miracle night

back from mountaintop. Off to montreal! Never a dull moment!

miracle night

we flew.
from the doors and windows
over the pavement into the street
we crowded like scribbled names
like an immense clutter of love -
we had a pickup and a tub of water
and wings.
one by one and one to another, one and one and one.
People materialized, appeared at our sides
above us, behind us, pushing up, pushing through,
avid-eyed and resolute
flying.
And we roared the words that made them right,
shrieked until they troe from our throats like
shirts torn from backs to catch the water
and the water ran and pooled underfoot from the feet
of the fliers, from the eyes of the baptizers.
We screamed and sang
under the streetlights,
all of us staring at the others in awe disbelieving.
We could not stop would never stop not until
one by one and one to another, one and one and one.
flying, we flew over inhibitions and through crowds.
Roaring, we touched them all briefly, brushed with them
and we flew.
Do you remember.