Communion

 Dust grey streets wander, lurching over the hunched-up dreams.

A stage of my own, with parts and strings and adoration!

Me, It’s Me! Select Me!

     It will be enough I swear it will!

Around the corner from the bulb-lit marques
Brick walls stand up, triple storied, stenciled with memories,

Wiping away the dreams.

Off they roll, scrabbling muddy bits and pieces in their wake. 

Come with me into the other places

Down inside the heart of the matter

Betting with a different set of compositions

Bone real and iced with yellow

Watered with sacred shadows

Threaded with translucent possibilities

Dusty finger prints playing with pieces of divinity

Soaked in the grace of letting be

Our tunes braided in a single melody,

Only the piper hears the differences.