Divine Honors

Ecstasies

Ecstasies The wing tip lifting my body opening lilacs entering your wide mouth. They scent the entire water. Storm. Storm clouds and rain slant on the windows. How fast the parallel plane travels small in our sky. Whose toy? You open wide as I bend to check you out, touch blood with myfingers. Twilight office, empty where I squat surrounding you, embryo, celebrate with salt. And I swear now, the bike steadied as it flew out of his hands! The fresh places you probed for gravel so gentle as the gauze wiped grit no panic, the young aunt steady at my knee. Alone on my pillows, clean after surgery. The sun on our shoulders adults whisper behind newspapers. Surf bubbles we catch in pails. Heavy sand. The salt tongue cups up from the wrist. 104 Between rails between ties our skate blades hit perfectly, propel us on our way to the rink. Horses steam on the ice. Someone opens his eyes. In the cold bar, I drink tea. The door opens out and m walks my brother. On the phone, the lost revive in your vocal cords and you know nothing more than the hour of arrival. Sometimes as Einstein says time folds an envelopein the pocket and my robe opens to fire on a rounding belly. Where I amnow, every ecstasydissolves back into the pool, the lap of waves, the filled basin. 105 This page intentionally left blank ...