flashes, thousands

I have glimpsed the Lord in flashes, thousands.Standing at the top, edge of a cliffAuburn braids and loose shirtHer back turnedSitting, the edge of a bedBlack golf shirt and sunburnHis head turnedAghast, anxious for the salt sprayTo scrape faceMacerate mindIn a wink

With you, I've wrestledTo the rocks we fellWhen we strike the queer earthThe felling's never quelled

Come back around, up onto the cliffside

In flashes, hundreds and thousandsOf the ass-end of a beaten white cargo vanLights out, careens across the salty iceCarrying it all and more, the worldBursting at the seems, the barn doorsStrapped, an old black bungee cord, cracked and tornImpatient for release

Come back around, down into the sea

Her back turned as the wind picks, upHis head buried as the line wicks, upWaiting to be touched by angelsor demons.I reach out my hand.In flashes,Flitter off and spray down across the jagged rocksLift up and float into the piercing softness of the dock

Violent, I’ve seen youoh Lord, so violentNow, wrestle with me.