—After Lucy
What if this
is all you get? Just
for one minute:
a pale twilit sky
and that clean scarlet
fire—
finally occupying
the same space
at the same time.
No winged things
hovering, or brassy
trumpet blasts;
nothing unbelievable,
nothing abstract.
Perhaps this
is all
that is meant
by miraculous—
a sensation
like air bubbles
drifting, swimming
up and down
inside your body;
and then, rather suddenly,
pleasantly—up
and down in
all of us.
