THE BEAUTY OF DAVENING

Is this what Man was
destined for?
To be like swaying violas
in the grass.
Trembling stick stuck
to stone.
Not to paddle through
the Opalescent Slime,
but to climb, to climb:
the boughs that tell
the hilltops to sway
just like a budgie’s wing.
yes, Despite the dunes’
glare, see how the bodies
sway backwards like a drum;
A grand trumpet issuing forth
the bliss of souls unleashing
their potion: An eternal kiss
of starcloaked gentlemen
flowing their beards through
Time.

(Editors’ note: ‘Davening’ – the rocking movements of religious Jewish men who sway back and forth on their heels while praying.)