In wide open spaces we confess
our love for all things missing. We have
no secrets, no wounds, no burning destiny,
no sacred tablets to deliver us
There is a story about a boy
who swallowed light; 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.
In an alley, against a brick wall
a man drank himself to death;
beneath newspaper and garbage