the deluge in may

6.13.24

revised 8.18.24

a week prior to this, so she says

mother’s sixth sense activated

her certitude paired with her guess

maternal worry was sated

two insomniacs in prayer

answered with a voice: innocent

ascend one step on a gold stair

the spiral is itinerant

who can question an informant

when senses seemingly predict

placement and what might be dormant

something creatures just can’t depict

the vast inarticulate rears

with a hortatory grimace

shrouded in glass, direction veers

turns to dark fate and the limous

a week posterior, we walk together

we meditate on mysteries and their fruits

i know our names; the memories we weather

time and our recounting will strengthen these roots

along the waterfront and aquatic beds

i remember she grounded me in oceans

we watch parrot feather fly; hydrilla spreads

with kin, we each share our daily devotions

your diagrams can’t dance with divinity

not even the imprint of a sphere or mist

the striving is rooted in infinity

interpret within intent: eternal tryst

in the shaded garden and my sunlit room

there’s solace and support and sanctuary

sacramentals revoke the weight and the gloom

good fruits come from the source: the luminary