“Adoro te devote, latens Deitas…” ~ St. Thomas Aquinas
Behind every story, a sympathy
that might need chiseling
in order to be seen.
And the daily hymn
that birds sing as they forage:
Does anything belong to me?
Take me in the cold and show me how
the hive sleeps: how it can bear the rumor
of gold cells ticking in the walls.