So I imagine an angel, to
Look at myself once again, and to know
What would otherwise be hidden, the blue
Of heaven as the blue of my sorrow
In a duet of bliss and pain, heaven
With earth, the broken lifted, the elate
Transformed through being broken, a communion
That breaks the bread of each one's strict estate
Of focused knowing. The moan of memory
Hums like bees. And joy is all the tones breathe.
The echo calls to still the trembling feel.
The gap fills: Sandalphon laughs at the gag
Of what's released from the heavy, empty bag ...
A simple squeal, my fingers on the prayer wheel.
