Between

After Easter's whoops and incense,
Pollen and bells,
When Christ tells us
"Wait - "

Before we priests
And makers of tents
Duck, surprised, beneath
The holy flame, and find
Our tongues alight as well,

We have creeks to dredge,
Cars to sell,
Children to bathe again,
Mops to push through puddles,
Levers to nudge into place; our

Eyes flicker upward.
Knuckles and knees and elbows ache
To be indwelt.