chorale

in the shallow waters there is a way of knowing

that is intimate and fresh; it is

an unglued horizon made felt with viscous waves

and sudden happenstance – our holy bodies

wash ashore

with the Earth subsumed in our Eyes, our

heraldic gestures

of dying to faint before you

our Sutured mother there beckoning with sandy arms

and careful glory our growth

in this our Manhood braced and bold

with a Vision

we can hardly Sustain – it is a Seaman’s

lean grasp

here on the Waves, here where we can

curl around the bark

of a shedding Elm calling

out to our Sisters there on the bridge waving

goodbye we knew

you once you will arrive

here below a

blistered sky replete with joy and substance --