Yes Sir
it’s true

I won’t know
upon waking
who you formally
claim to 
be

but walking with you
tonight has been 
like walking with
a
Great Ghost of All-History
a
water bearer
an
artist
of all expressions 
of the Human
an
understander of all things
a
knower of everyone

When we jointly put our hands
on the Stone
by the shore
I felt a little 
of how it must be
to be you
and
I get why
you say so little

If there’s as you say
nothing to the God
we believe in
or nothing to
how it’s 
understood
here
if we’ve been wrong
I can accept that
because

the Stone
has hold of the Truth
and I have had hold 
of the Stone

So
yes Sir
I will wake up
unable to explain this
but confident
and assured that 
from now on
all I need is the shore
and the Stone
and your whispering certainty
— one Word only —
across my ear

Piranhas
feed in a
swarm
of small bites
which are
swiftly deadly;

they leave
clean bones;

put their
appetites
back in waiting.

Usually
for piranhas
a meal
is eaten
once
and soon forgotten

but we
get chewed up,
spit out,
healed a little, then
thrown back in
every
day.

They’re bored
with us but
can’t help tearing in
with savage,
jaded mouths

and it’s no less
horrible for us
because it’s
routine.