God exists for secrets such as this

to Maral

Shave the fur from the purring beast
and see the skin and veins beneath,
the musculature and its armature,
the indwelling city:

skyscraper, sewer, roadway and market, telephone, electric plant.
All the world is full of dreams and dreamers dreaming, loth to wake.

We have ourselves as dreams to dream
and sleep and wake, and never know the difference.

God exists for secrets such as this
to take a battered arm to kiss,
to bind and dress these wounds of ours,
to bathe them in these pregnant hours
we blind with that cannulating light
that beats in us as pure delight.


© Dan Goorevitch, 2001