Pearly waves baptize the kitchen table.
They break upon the plateau’s edge and like the world of a bygone age,
Drip endlessly over the side, into No Man’s Land.
A voice from above, Almighty and Fearsome as God,
Rattles my ears and my heart.
Angry footsteps, clanking dishes assault this tiny earth.
They send Peace and Communion fleeing whence they came.
A Furry monster of the deep emerges and laps up the silent current.
Gravity has done it’s foul deed and so entices the hungry beast.
Again, that terrifying strain hails upon my red ears,
Now commanding the fiend back, back into it’s orange carpeted prison.
Order is slowly restored as the waves are swept back
By giant five appendaged, fleshy creatures.
They clasp snow-white Bandages and proceed to cover a multitude of sins.
This flat earth is whole once again, shining from its recent flood.
The only dripping now comes from my eyes.
I see a bleary hand reach for my shaking shoulders, and I hiccup in fear.
The anticipated rebuke is slow in coming though.
Indeed it is indefinitely delayed as my perceived terrorist
Draws me near and bowing His great head as though in prayer,
places a firmlipped kiss upon my unworthy brow.
“Save that here,
Those are my best days, when I shake in Fear”
-John Donne, Holy Sonnet 19
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