up on the mountain, at the top,
Jesus stood and faced us and
his body became something new,
his skin shone and his clothes
became bright and white, a man like a
diamond, like a prism, like a wind chime,
he rang like a bell. the new wine suddenly
bursting the old wineskins, exploding
with warmth, said nothing, just
shone, the birds were silent, the
hawks and vultures landed to watch.
Jesus whispering with Elijah
and Moses who touched his back,
like brothers after some time apart.
I stood, wet with sweat,
hardly breathing, looking at Jesus.