—yes;some of us believed his speech could quell the sea just by reaching out palms-out, guiding tides, a la Moses the Mad. And as if His hands held up to the water, then, were like magnets repelling other, like magnets, He conquered the storm with magic, others of us said, if looked at more closely, …
Nights those Jesus bugs skimmed creek’s surfacemy bare feet glimmering like risen again I’d snuckpast date palms & horse corrals graveyardtrilling beyond highway & the boys & their shiningbodies I’d brought my own carried itwith me only newer stickysummer air & white flies circling streetlampswhat bliss was mine those moments beforeglistening rocks before shivering water …