There Are Nights.

There Are Nights

   when the radiant kingdom
   makes itself felt. You stand openmouthed
   at the Aquarium, those fish swim
   fight inside you--rays, razor-edged skates
   threading through your ribcage, wreathing your
   pelvis--as schools of highway traffic
   flash red finlights in time
   to your pulse and above the electrified
   skyline oceans atomize and rise
   into the air on ever-moving
   current; you cry Lord, I have seen your face.

   Then, there are nights like this one.
   Nobody leaves
   the house, walls stop breathing.
   you say Lord, glance
   out a window
   and forget what follows. Looking for
   wonderment, you
   just circle
   and fan, bump that glass.