I hailed a taxi
to take me two blocks away
from my life
then realised
you were waiting there
and
everywhere

there's an emphasis on

hands melting like the

wax of unlit candles.

reaching out.

the stifled coughs of a

pew's darkness  can be

heard, along with the

smell of freshly baked

bread.

Rembrandt works his way

through a crowd, to where

icons live in paint.

with no need of restoration.