Eagle

On the wall of time to come,

                  A window appears.

      I open it, let angels in.

      The vortex in his eye

               Spins me out of myself,

                       Infinity held in blue iris,

                                Closes around me,

      Snatches me in Eagle form,

               Resurrects old scars,

                       Absorbs space and love,

                                Blossoms into divine silence.

      The universe cannot resist

                                       A poet like him.

“Eagle” is from Life in Suspension (Salmon Poetry, 2016).