Winds are Swarming

Give us life for life

pleading forgiveness, awake come

dawn;

and give us joy for joy, aware of

pitfalls. We

relished in every word, including

Numbers, bent and

bending verbs. It’s your company,

moving

mountains, dearly distant,

found in chants. We

baptized her, keeping track,

distributing gifts. Only

God would laugh, giving more,

teary-eyed and

thankful. A fuse was lit,

wick for wick, flaming candles.

I pace,

a walking church, scribbling

ballads. I’d be

more—to wake ghosts, tiptoeing

dynamite. It was ever

in a thought, dreaming dormant,

searching for a

lighter. Thunder would claim a

soul, where precepts

were guarded, and children

spoke God. I color our

temple in gems and pearls,

heavy-eyed, dancing with

wolves. In truth,

a group is

flaming,

sickle for sickle.