What words tonight? The moon bends
with your poverty, the streets hide
in the open with your name.
What words tonight? In this silence
you can begin anywhere, you can begin
like God over a panting deep,
over a wait that is endless,
and turn nothing into a kosmos,
turn the wind into matter.
A matter which points,
like His, self-referential,
the bars to a prison
that does not bend, but
yet has a door
in its center.
What words tonight? Just
close your eyes, feel
where you must go,
in the dark, lit
by the fuel of
yourself.
There are others
for whom you must
speak,
but they must wait;
first darkness is in need
of a candle.
So you say, as it
was already
written,
“Let there be light.”
And that is enough,
tonight.
with your poverty, the streets hide
in the open with your name.
What words tonight? In this silence
you can begin anywhere, you can begin
like God over a panting deep,
over a wait that is endless,
and turn nothing into a kosmos,
turn the wind into matter.
A matter which points,
like His, self-referential,
the bars to a prison
that does not bend, but
yet has a door
in its center.
What words tonight? Just
close your eyes, feel
where you must go,
in the dark, lit
by the fuel of
yourself.
There are others
for whom you must
speak,
but they must wait;
first darkness is in need
of a candle.
So you say, as it
was already
written,
“Let there be light.”
And that is enough,
tonight.
