surround
the holiness is in fingertips
the holiness is in stop stagger pauses
sprung rhythm spring rhythm
holiness sprung
let’s have a festival for all the people
who haven’t been listening
let’s have it loud and silent
against this locust tree against
this strangest light
at the station, a thousand are
singing and a thousand
still dying
since then
the holiness is in the calling and looking
the holiness in the crumbling sky
on the street, the oil pools where
the horses let it out
the sun sloshes clouds into color
at the store on the corner
the clerk laughs at my choices
he throws in
another for free
i throw in another
i throw in another
the holiness is in the unification
the leaf pulls apart
at the stem
i throw in