on the mountain, we stopped to sleep
and to eat, to wash off the sweat, to
take off our shoes. we fell asleep,
woke up to a sound like bells, like
brass striking brass, like if wind had
a tune. Jesus in white, he was shining
like water, its shimmering top, two
others like dolphins, like hawks, like
brothers, holding his hands, clasping
them with theirs. they were
telling all the secrets, discussing the
mysteries, renewal of the cosmos,
the wholeness all at once, and I couldn’t
bear to hear it, couldn’t keep my mouth shut
so I squeaked some words,
they turned to look,
their burning eyes on mine.
And I saw Jesus, saw his face for the
first time without needing something from him.
I saw him from the inside of the cloud.
I saw him from the top looking down.