The Things that are Happening

Last night I licked snow
off of Jesus' back.

Tonight, sitting in the circle of statues
on a rock, polished and placed there for me
:Him, huge above and beside me:
He was growing,
i do not think it was an illusion of the light.
His head, his chest, his heart inside,
the broken heart inside
becoming greater
for me.
-- Are you okay, Philip?
-- Yeah, just smokin' my pipe.
Not just, that is not just what i was doing.
-- I thought you were one of the statues.
-- Nope, just sitting here.

Oh my God, i want to be one
of the statues, cast
me in bronze, that day-glow brown
i'll be, cast
me in the best position,
whatever that may be
(eyes up or eyes down
hand on knee or hand in air
or touching the least of these),
but place me on this rock, please,
not across the circle, not
on the distant rock.
Let me see you become greater
and oh my God, i want to be
one of the statues.