There

is a place, a cliff above

a grey ocean, a pinnacle

the last lovely, truthful

point where a woman or

wolf, hidden and revealed

can stand in sheets of rain;

God's face on His most

lonesome day, intimate

and naked.  

For a thousand years

I'll remember that face,

the dark angels with their

black, dripping fur, their eyes

saying everything is part

of this and us.  

When my body unleashes

its soul, I'm sure

you'll find us

there.