[Horizontal with no bells and my feet still dance]
And whatever that is which we call God
showed itself
through one reverberation of
the second string from the top
of a violin
held in place by the middle finger
of a man still unknown to me
I already explored the world
by burying metal diamonds in
extensive expensive carpets
by the age of 8
[to be diligently re-retrieved
with all the force of nature
obeying nonchalantly at my fingertips]
in a house with an infinity reflection
somewhere upstairs
We owned none of it
but took full flight
and the fireplace was bigger
than any of mine were-
We're back to being small enough
You can't top this by
creating false shadows
We'll allow none of it
simply bask in our silent contentment
and keep our gratitude between us
and that violin string chant.