I am a being of temperament led
to the lions for convictions of faith
or to the lambs bleating their doubt
i guess i don't know where i am going
or what its all about
certainly, all these years can answer
that I'll never be the same
because I get the blues every other night
but this morning your name came my way
it sounded like Gabriel, something heavenly
drooling through a staircase
tenderness instead of trouble
trumpetted as gestures of time
The madonna, her face to mine
incisive, and astute, full aware
of the impossibilty of exchange
when one believes that leaving is salvation
and what else could it be?
perfect mother to perfect son ,
where else has this happened ever?
except for one.