Moon above,
sea below
-- Sturm und Drang
-- under the quilt of guilt.
And still, I feel His presence,
this night of Eucharist.
Beneath the star of Bethlehem
a million fry flounder,
afflict my soul.
I slam shut the shutters.
Thrash hopelessly till I school.
A billion angelfish and I
falling
through the blue pool of heaven.
Immersing
-- in body
-- in water.
