SAINT JULIAN PRESS POET
AND THE GLORY OF THE LORD: LEGATO ARRANGEMENT
“And the glory of the LORD shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together:
for the mouth of the LORD hath spoken it.” — Isaiah 40:5
It squats in bud form, bound up darkly. It waits
In its shell, roasted, ready to be cracked.
The egg, the start of all feathered things, lies
Inert, undistinguished, barely warm, the same
Shape as a zero filled in, ready to pop.
It is on its way.
It is on its way. In the age of the microwave,
One forgets the watched pot never boils. The
Bubbles will rise as soon as He sabers the cork.
It is on its way. Hallowed ground stinks of dung.
Don’t be fooled by acrid air. That’s the smell of
First strawberries fixing to sprout up ripened.
It is on its way. She’s not getting chubby.
That’s not a sign of any couch–potato sloth.
She is great with child. Yes, child, she is great.
“And the Glory of the Lord: Legato Arrangement” appeared in
Lotus Eater Literary Magazine in Italy.
Anne Babson © 2019