b a p t i s m II

and passing and passing over the desert
without comment,spilling on concrete
tripping on cement and glue to you
to the edge of these waters
don't you know, out of the corner of my eye
i saw them, wayward sons and daughters of the same
mother
and the father
we followed each other though up until now
we thought we were alone
under the water
for this brief moment
for this ancient hour
when we are home
penioned under the mystery of you
penetrated by you, and penetrating
loved in the bedroom of you
made love to on the plush sofa of you
every single thing is all right
your flesh and your blood against mine
the contours of holy body say, all is well
all things shall be well
all things shall be...
you
under the water
under you
in you
on you
i relax
this baptism is the new creation
barely, barely, understood
is the hot, fluid, climax