a poem...

How to be Saved



What will you say and how will you hide
when you see at last that the sky is torn open
time at an end the sun going dark
and a voice, that voice you cannot escape
commanding once and for all that you state
for all to hear, Come, how can I save
you when I never knew you except as a rumor?
Find a splashing fountain in a courtyard at night
moon amber and big on the horizon, fall
into the cold water and drink, drink your fill -
drink and care nothing for what you’ll say
or how you’ll stand, drink and gaze at the moon
as it seems so to hang there, that is all.