XIX
SHOULDERS

Your shoulders are sun drenched hills           Luke 15:5.
where, in the shade of your hair
—perfumed foliage—and under its shelter,
the sheep from your Father’s herd
take their rest; rounded white hillocks,
a place to lie down and feast our eyes
on the valley of your breast,
crowned by an infinity of living things
and creating in us a tormented soul
as we sleep in the shadow of Spirit;
surrounded by sand dunes, the soul
is smothered by the whispering foam
from the dark sea (which is your Father)
where we float while clinging to You!