The balance of the limbs
Inside a flower

A blend of muscles and breath

And us, centaurs without a horse,
Fooled by our own reading

Be either ourselves churches or belonging to one
Oh, dear! Of the lords, this is power. Believe.

Flower, oh flower of the giants

From dust, it is:

CARITAS


Poem from my book "The Seafarer, The Sea: She Awes."