Ordained Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

beautiful little island
blue sea like a friend of God
will you go and see Monet
will purity cross the bay
We really have it all
wash yourself in the water
waterfalls rise without pain
dive deep like a pearl of life

the snare is a white beech
hi hat the soft mountains
guitars unravel your thighs
bliss simply isn't a place
it is an island of connections
nervous systems that flow
no resolute utopia
rocks with candles

shall we sing with the stars
laugh like snow drifts
You are in San Diego
I am in Minnesota
we are the choir that never met
hey Texas come out and play
some swim in rivers
some wear flowers in their hair

colors that breathe with fields
bridges not built by hands
tongues along the long coast
tongues underwater
unconscious church
Hey John Lennon we hear
the sharks swim free
the unorganized altar is ordained