After waking, blinking
lightning
yawning
thunder,
probably urinating
several
sturdy rain-
showers, he proceeded—
as ever
with gentle gratitude
to the light
of the father
for all
things presently
made soft-
ly visible—
to cradle
and raise
a steaming white
cup
piously
up,
tilting
to baptize
the agonized
waiting
and withered
congregation
of his
guts.