Reverence

Reverence doesn't need a cathedral,

just breath & intention & charcoal

signature smudged at hip, a chorus

of two ecstatic voices,

a devotee on his knees,

his confession accepted.

What cathedral there was

has unfolded, split open

to spill out a tangle of stars,

constellations to catch on--and

how pious her flight, now we've

thrown open her doors.