mornings
darker than my feet i stumble
for you
and into this life again
stiff limbs
and they are not the only thing
stiff when i am rising, robing, shading
my body from the coldness.
since the first time a woman with a bouffant
redder than the revelation saint john
dragons that she spoke about
told me about her jesus
i have been on the path silvering
golding
unfolding
into what i know not until
now, twenty years later, drinking coffee with
heavy rosary beads hanging from my hand
i am right back at the holy
place where i began