AFTER NIGHT SWIMMING IN STEPHENS CREEK, TEXAS, I AM CARRIED UP LIKE ELIJAH INTO HEAVEN

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As they were walking along and talking together, suddenly a chariot of fire and horses of fire appeared and separated the two of them, and Elijah went up to heaven in a whirlwind.
2 Kings 2:11

for Carol and for David Spero

There is a quivering in the creek water
like the flanks of a mare in heat.  In the pasture behind the log barn
there is vibration in the blood of the seed bull.
Two hawks circling the moon watch as he lifts himself
on to the backs of heifers
to lay his head between their shoulder blades and smell the quiet
in their sweat.

In air thick and damp as a lover’s tongue there are tremolos of fireflies.
There are teeming wings of mosquitoes!
A million gnats too small to be seen are carried over treetops
in heated waves of air.

I am joined in air by web worms
by flying spiders climbing oak trees to make sails of their silk.
Together, we throw ourselves into the sky
while the moon is naked as a stripper’s breast!

Moonlight is the color of skin stretched wide across the bottom land
where the ground slopes back to Stephens Creek
and javelinas come to rut.

There is a tingling in every cell of the captive  locked so long inside of freedom.
I am ready now for the moon to take me in waves
over pine thickets, over rivers dammed the colors of coiling snakes.

I am flying!

I am carried away from the San Jacinto, north to Palestine, Texas
and beyond!

I am flying!

Anyone who welcomes me now, I welcome you as my own self
and give myself in return.
As the heart of a man should be
mine is!

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