These woven eyes are reeling
rearranging
and sometime unraveling
My wooden bones dissolving
snapping strings that enslaved me
Very soon I shall be vulnerable
Shut off, but open
Unwise, but hungry
Yet this must be done
For to unlearn stamped responses
and find Gepetto in the whale
will make me true
To be the clay or the paint now
will later make me a creation
Then perhaps one day my fleshly ears
will hear someone say "It is very good"
and both of us can rest.
In every eye a dream
Every hand a jewel
Children's laughter in the yard
while love's remembrence kindles
I've every right to wish it so
for every man and woman
To know such joy and freedom fair
is every prayer I know
Peering out fishlike
with horror at the tides
i watch this army of anglers coax me
and resist with all my divinity
My friends are either beached and dry
or forever lost in the madness of the deep
while we who remain -
dream of Galilee's calm seas