Parading

Give me fire and I will sing you evening

as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where

Who was it / that said our souls know one another

Everything, / the choir insists,

Balm of the summer night, balm of the ordinary,

to have been aware of the circle of water

All I have to do

We share the sky, all of us, the whole world:

I listened for voices

Let go the pain you are holding in your mind, your shoulders,