abba, father --

stilled there by the fountain we salute

your strength, our

Saviour in these

Nights hinged

up against Glass, uprooting Anger

as Love, Memories co-

alescing in a Minute -- who

Stands listing from the Wave

when We

have come to the Light naked

and Amused?

long, tempered Unions shift

and desist before

our Eyes as he holds us in His Arms the

succinct

portrayal a joyful youth

in a quick shake, an utter Implosion

Uncovered -- liquid

pearls shine in

the lamplight as you attach your

cufflinks Man of a Circling

pleasure the whining Engine yours

to Keep running

out to Sea -- What was it

you Saw, there, a

dove on

the Wing subtle

in its Ascent? --

heretic bird of a birth pang? -- What

Silence is it here

that forms

a coherent Merger of Sky

and Water the

Foam

breaking on the Rocks the Mind

vibrant with Despair? How

do you Stand

now, Crooked with Wisdom bent

to The Plow our

iron filings lining up along the Magnet -- We,

the Casually sustained Infractions

of an Archaic

Lore urge you

to Extract the blister from

the Thumb

that We may

Succumb to Vice the soothing Balm

of an Articulate

Inclusion these Our

heartfelt Ironies warm with Your Embrace; what

Manner of being is it in this House

That stutters quietly on Our shoulders

the Sudden Arrival of a Hope

Now shimmering? These

knob-like appendages burst in Collusion

with Cacti and Maple Leaf -- These

are Our

Forbears ripe with Shores unending there

where the rowboat

bobs its listless Wandering the line

cast out as we hum

with Passion

the breaking of the Tide here Explosion

in Time and Space -- We

draw each other Close

and Embrace our bony backs father

and Son, abba, father, You

Who wince at the Morning's Light

tight with Concentration on

Galaxies and Nebulae Hubble's beacons

glowing in the Darkness -- Here, on

the edge

of a moist Earth we can

pick stray worms for bait and Wave

the Sprite to bathe here

in Our fountain; Why

do Sentences form in your Mouth to be

silenced by a knowing

look of Our eyes Locked and Loaded

ready for Trust

or Inclined Forbearance?

These are the days, here, that

never end, a duo

of flute and guitar there

by the Window's bright Sun -- We

are the bums of Nuance

here on a Mountain top calling out to

the lustrous Tides to

wash Us in blood this Neverending

Coitus of

Faith and Surmise now firmly held

in Your Arms

the intimate Stoked coals in the fir Pit glowing -- We

grow into Ourselves and Each Other

two men grown with grey temples Father

and Son now

rich with Nostalgia our Hives honey-filled

those days you

would Rescue me from Myself our Minds

scarred with intrusions

this breaking of the branch high above

Sparrows twittering chipmunks

on the run from Errant squirrels Our hope

long held and ready

for fulfillment -- What

day is it Now, here, Where

the Cavalcade

of itinerate Stars gyrate in the Night?

You look to the Heavens for some Slight

inkling of Your Youth there Where we can

Abjure and quietly succumb to Sleep, this

our last Oration

and first delivery -- I have seen You

there counting your abacus beads

with a casual hand and inquiring as to

our Next meal here

on this flat Stone --

I have grown through your

blue eyes yearning with

an impish smile; will you save

the kitten from the dog's Snappish

jaw? punishment of

a vagrant Tooth -- You stand

firm with Ivy at Your feet the Oak

tree yawning

in a warlord's Glance your

Uprooting of the Wet dirt and beetles

a tangent line, the

learned Response -- Where

is the Counselor, tiller of

this Earth holy Spirit

your Faith a Musical delight the

whirling

dhervish of the Mind our

inclination this way then that? -- have

You seen me in the

distance, praying for a certain

Constancy of being, language

the house

we Live in You grown Old with Eager

Surmise -- "I love

lovestruck Villians," You

will object; these

are Our long Lines of Abstract

reasoning burning

that bridge when We

come to It our Gardens full

of Sunflowers and

weeds You the tall Man with

the watering pail

brushing pine needles

from His Coat --