I am the flesh & bone Jesus dreamt alone, notes He whistled along jammy air Heaven to here
to my mother sitting on her hair, to my father staring back & bending the back
of a dandelion giving way to its children, its children’s children falling to the feet finally
of the tree & remaining in flight!; like God I do not make a wish to be known fully
O my Judas in plural! I am learning to love strangers on the street, I am boarding trains, donating clothes while
He is busy dreaming of you like He dreams of me still, a gentle whistle on the wind & through the prickles of a thistle