From Golgotha
The wicked aches are fading now,
Along with my breath.
A few women at my feet.
Mary among them.
Oh, my love, will we meet in paradise?
It would have been so easy,
Just to say, I’m not the one.
Judas was confused,
Out for gold.
My God, why was I forsaken?
And now the darkness.
I float over the plains.
As far as I can see,
Masses of people,
Followers flowing to the edge of the world.
But also, gold,
Golden statues, gold temples,
And the Pharisees ruling over people.
Who call themselves Christians.
Whatever that means.
And now the breath too is fading.
I thirst,
It is finished.
Father, forgive them. They know not what they do
Learning to sail
Like a junkie checking connections
Or a trader watching the big board,
I find, these days, my eyes turning skywards.
Watching the trees I imagine the wind
Catching the jib, or filling the main sail
Like a lovers chest.
Words like halyard, or jibing, and phrases like,
Helm’s alee, or, beating to windward,
Are my new vocabulary.
My dreams are filled with that mystical place,
The seabed, which lies below us.
My new occupation is charting a gliding course.
And I seek only the wind for guidance.