A Way with Roses
eyes arise in bead chant dawn
so long a decadence counting down
rain drops beading on mystery
my head space stretches wider between each
in darkness voices trailing off the decades
now and
at the hour
of our hour
nativity
our other son dead
from birth
nightly tryst
we explore the spaces
in each other
our voices shell-borne doxology of the sea
in darkness fingering mystery