February 1987


the sun shone bright

that Sabbath day

down into

the courtyard of a pool

where a man and a man

were speaking


one standing

on healthy feet

one lying

on threadbare mats


two men

trading words

of some worth

two men

beneath the sun



as he who stood


he who lay



wept and danced

and taking up his bed

went home

in joy


he who spoke



other men regarded

he who spoke

with contempt

his rebuttal

of their belief

a gap too great to bridge


and seeing this

with clay made eyes

saw only a shattered law

and not the law now written


could they have seen

what a procession

would have danced

to the home of he who sang