WE ARE ALL AS ONE
Heaving, like the jet in the dark sky, like the
report of death on a newsstand's far corner, like
the cripple - collecting carts in a Shop-Rite lot,
like the mysterious Sister Carmella driving her
Saturn to a distant place, like the family of saints
on the dashboard bracket light, like the hardware
man driving his tool truck, like the end of the old
beginning, like the plans for a tomorrow's tomorrow.
The rain is falling in streams, like the collected waters
of ten thousand tears and men with jackets stand
straight to see where the buckets come from and to
where all this water goes, like the collected amazement
of ten policemen watching the crowd, like the parade
of the palatial habitat, like the seance, like the daughter,
like the sun. We are all as one.