Palpation

round the cusp of the world
with delicate and nimble tosses
tapped into play
come youthful joy, one smile
and leaves released from hangers

the singular slowness
excitable yet reticent
of being
awash in tendered embraces
the titillation of seed

new sprung une pauvre, grinding
clothes in water dirt
filtering a dialect as close
and ancient as the breast
profferred to her ragged beloved

whose untoothed mother bears
yet the titanic sword of history
commiserator with branch and quetzal
and land brimming
with lust against death

squatting to the new day
a lean-to of avid Father
donor of quizzical charity
and receiver back of Son
once marooned:

as it was in the beginning
so it is now
and so it evermore shall be
world without end
hallelujah
amen