I absorb ancient knowledge then await
unconscious rumination,
a sum rooted in parts,
novel insight,
the holy
God’s reworking
prior themes
within or without me,
so I go along for the ride,
divest my lack of faith and
leap…

(In silhouette I am
a wishbone inverted
on a current of air
unseen, over
the span)

…I alight lithe on spongy soles and
gracefully break into stride in beat
to new eclectic rhythms

Equal parts dance and chorus,
frenetic with upturned eyes,
a worldly dervish no more,
the smallest known hallelujah

Chagall 2019