Enoch walked with God and then God took him ~ Genesis

Behold, the word of the blessing!
That first word banging

In the light—the word the watchman spoke
In Mary’s ear—

More trill than word,

The mating call of poison frogs
Oophaga speciosa.

A word approaching rapture

Sung with honey on my tongue
And a word approaching scribe

Sung as I swallow. I am

His undead seed. I am
His flesh,

His pockmarked hide sunbaked and buried

In siltstone. I am
His scents

The lingering perfume of wormwood
Laced with frankincense

And fornication and I’m migratory—

Naomi, stress placed on the
i — the painted lady

Sipping cosmos, sipping
Mexican sun

Flowers and the scattered blazing stars

Before I lose my husband
And two sons.

I am the lightning behind Carob trees.

That moment both science and scripture
Teach each photon falling on my eyes

To seek

But quiet. So quiet you can only smell it.
Then seconds later

I am thunder

II
Not long after comes a trip back home.
How to our left beyond the bay

The sun was setting, splintering into
A billion shards of light—

A perfectly smooth surface
Would create but one—the three of us

Singing to the radio
Making words up as we go

With everything eventually merging
In a jumbled chorus of I Am…

I Cried, no chance to cry

Or think, or even catch our breath
Becoming golden brown pelicans

Dive bombing through an omnipresent God

I should be writing all this down
And fragrances—

Not salt exactly, but dimethyl sulfide,
Itself a byproduct of bacteria

Digesting phytoplankton and ejecting
Giant cosmic streams of consciousness—

That, to this day defy all explanation
And physical laws,

A blur of bridge suspension
Creating parallaxes between fishing boats

And my new appreciation for Neil Diamond
Singing with our daughter

Like three rare poison dart frogs.
As the song fades.

And as the lived experience of it fades
So slow I barely notice

Heaven leaping from the water.