e u s t a c i e s

here and beyond, bhikku says,
the rejoicing spills out of the mind into the hands
that arch and fumble and fling out .
let me tell you a story without signs
but full of hands
maybe tonight
lit by the last quarter.
.

standing windward
the city underneath
in this high empty lot
practice for
the turtle, the cranes,
the lonely cormorants below.
Lift the pizza boy off his bike and throw him at the moon.
Blink at cats. Nod the  bats along the river,
but use only your hands,  rejoicing.
Don't
say
a
word.