A human heart pumps enough blood
over the course of a lifetime to fill a super tanker.
Say this heaving ship full of blood
hits a shoal and spills its precious cargo into the sea.
All the proud, anxious, willful hours
infused in an entire liquid lifetime
mix with the dreams of sea urchins
and manta rays become blinded by love incarnadine.
Above the waves a lighthouse casts it’s watery beam
on a little white clapboard Catholic church near the bay.
A priest bends over with an aching back to tie his shoes,
wondering–out of nowhere– if God gave sea creatures
a mining claim on the un-lived fossil bed lives of his believers.
Amazing. Incredible.
Thanks!