They laugh,
and humans take off
their masks,
slip into stars
like a billion souls,
and suddenly believe in
gray and white angels
and one kind God and
and an eternity worthy
of all our
tomorrows...

Untamed joy set loose
in glacial waters...
a baby's smile and a
prophet's heart:
they shimmy,
they flirt from
their liquid dance floor,
and all I can do is
watch from the pier,
from the edge of an alien
freedom I can
only dream
of.

Pool of moon rippling
behind them...
sweet moon, sweet reservoir
of maternal love;