Deliver, this night

Deliver
by telephone wire
three animals in the barn
A yard of life
A drink and a dance
I think of luck and wisdom
And how close openness comes, how close

A golden night
A bouquet of stolen lights
Strung up in the mind
Caught in the flow
of soft electricity
Bells
The taking off of coats and shoes
Home, where it’s warm

This thing, if it be goad, God bless it
Aye marry, these nights are precious
Yes, let us three times bless
What we cannot yet embrace