An Airplane Over a Forest
Over the lovely Catholic Church
over the unknown Superiors
over the calm evening
over the horizon of an ancient society
searching the sky for signs from God.
The coincidence was disturbing.
Why those passengers and not others?
A page from a diary found in a meadow.
I sink to my knees.
Forgive us
for we do not know.
A floating nest of reeds on a pond
under a stone bridge
in a garden.
A natural rock-face with running water
close at hand, feeling its way
particularly in autumn
through the perfect chaos
of one's heart.
Why ask?
Beggars!
Get out of here!
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