God-Seer

[jisbell00]

God-Seer


Tonight, the sight of what cannot be seen
brings me to trance. And though you may have thought
that I might weep, I am instead serene
on the Fifth Floor – much like a fighter caught
by one last punch, or like a child so green
she runs beneath the car of juggernaut.

Clay didn’t see it coming.
A blinding light filled every crack of air.
He was struck down before he fathered children:
I pitied him for that extremity.
His bookshelves slipped and folded in like rivers.
His eyes looked past the world and into God.
At the shore’s end,
the boat stopped
and the sky filled with rain and constellations.
Clay’s clothes were wet.
The rain came from too high to find its source.
Clay released the tiller
and the boat began to sing
in a language Clay did not understand.
The deck yielded to peonies.
Drowning men streamed out of the water:
the Lord was speaking,
and it was the falling rain.
A dove and a raven nested in Clay’s eyes.
The air was dancing
above the turning Earth.