PROOF-STONE
So many bridges flung across this river
like stitches on a wound –
their heavy iron-concrete bond
knitting a wintry Twin Cities together.
One thing is welded to another,
like the almond in a Venn
design – Cahokian
canoe of koinonia? – out of mother-
clay, spun wide... like risen bread,
or galaxies of diamond fire.
So lights flash over limestone
mire, through night-black thunderhead.
& Hobo, hunched beside the riverbank
is like the shadow of Henry
as Henry is of lowly
Galilean king (his incognito prank)
– as are we all, in that high diagram
checkering light across a dome
in old Egyptian Byzantium
(proof-stone of perpendicular wisdom).
Like Hagia Sophia with a million eyes...
rimming the twin-bent boughs
of swelling arcs (in Voronezh)
where East & West, mud-rings & skies
are melded in your almond lips’ ellipse
& God & Imago
& world & Churnagogue
are sanctified, sealed with a kiss
of peace (pax, agape – Wakan Tanka);
where Rio del Espiritu Santo
whispers I love you so
& Hobo walks with sister Joan (Columbia).
12.3.19
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