Maria


May I introduce Maria.
She’s an aching that pervades the streets
and frozen buildings in my mind,
reawakening what she faded meets
to roses and gilding unrefined
clay into use —
Maria.


This is Maria.
She’s a voice eliciting in me a splendid
stillness of all. Things
cease. A voice exquisitely unended
tingle-fills whenever she sings
of this. We are
Maria.


Of being Maria,
so pure her motion that I find she disenthralls
this dross abode;
confers on perception her
fine essential mode
of being
Maria.

krm