All Things Invisible

In wide open spaces
I confess my love
for all things missing.

I have no secrets,
no wounds, no burning
destiny, no sacred tablets
to deliver me

from invisible.

There is a story
about a boy
who swallowed light;

and it ate him
from the inside,

until he became

light.

On the subway,
a woman cried out

"Jesus!"

and burst
into flames.

No one noticed
the fire
of her skin.