parsed by grids
of lattice and tile.
the table edge sooths
a cassock's tormented
drapery into planes.
Dust ascends the sunlight
to touch the cold
surface of the window.
Twelve points of horn
suspended by hemp
spatter candle wax
in sea horse patterns
about the Bible stand.
Over his shoulder
the standing crucifix
reads, with craning,
exhaustion, stories
that crack its heart.
He thumbs the pages
staring out to space
His thoughts circle:
What is the difference,
patience and faith?
Either you are young
and ardent, or still
wait and hope
the lion asleep beneath
the table awakens
while you're still here.
