as he was praying, the
appearance of his face
changed and I started from
my sleep and froze to watch.
he was bright and how could
I breathe? the moment before an
explosion, something terribly wrong, the
ringing in your ears just after or before?
he multiplied from one to three but
the others were not him.
their backs to me, and I’m
alone in myself, I can hear
what they’re saying and it
makes no sense to hear their
ordinary voices, laughter,
Jesus breathing.
the wonders I’ve been witness to
are hard to say in words. shouldn’t
I come to expect exactly things like this?