eyes arise in bead chant dawn
 
so long a decadence counting down
 
rain drops beading on mystery
 
my head  space   stretches    wider     between      each
  
in darkness voices trailing off the decades
 
now and 
at the hour 
of our hour
 
nativity
our other son dead
from birth
 
nightly tryst
we explore the spaces
in each other
 
our voices shell-borne doxology of the sea
 
in darkness fingering mystery