After He Spoke, I Dreamed of Angelfish

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.