my soul awakes
before the mind
and eyes unlatch,
before I reason why
discomfort sharp as thorns
is rising in my bones
in this place
which mind not fully roused
allows, I see
a broken beaten Man
soldered to the wood
with nails and blood,
man and cross
now all of one piece,
indissoluble
but more,
I see those arms stretched
taut in screaming ache
as eagle's wings
fullspread in mammoth grace,
poised, at the ready,
for the last grand flight.
