As early Spring in wind-gusting chill
plays hide-and-seek with a Winter mostly aborted
I glide over the twin-arched bridge of Robert Moses Causeway
soaring so high as my gossamer heart riffs in tune with
the rippling chords of Hildegard von Bingen's 12th Century chants
synthesized with late 20th Century multi-layered harmonics
which surround my universe with sweet sacred sound

The adoring Almighty infinite praises and is celebrated

Peace be still this glorious moment
We are once again delivered from self-bondage
 
Into the right horizon a full moon sets
Out of the left horizon a bright sun rises
Both mirror myriads of sparkling light-pricks which dance and spawn
upon the whole shadow-shifting surface of the Great South Bay

Suddenly. . .
a shooting star spans across my view of the whole wide sky
sunward into the blue-orange glow of brightening luminescence
instantaneously gone before I'm scarcely aware it has
forever disappeared except in this etching of my memory

It just doesn't ever get any better than this right here

Praise be full this fleeting now
We are as always resurrected into renewed being

                         Spring, 1995
                         Islip, NY

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