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.