What happens

(for lex, 1984-2006, fellow volunteer and a sweet courageous bird; a long thin swan, lived long enough to find love. may she rest in peace after her battle)

What happens

between sacrifice and
communion
the clouds open and
I look up
the sky opens up, then
my face is all wet
so keep looking up, up
until there’s nowhere to look to
no one to look at

I hide behind a pillar
or stained glass
until the sky finally
closes

I don’t shake hands until
I'm all dried out.