The comfort of the rain
the world hasn’t yet
blown its fatal hole in the ozone layer.
is further delayed
for reasons not fully stated:
extra nineteen hundred years
have left us time to study eschatology
learn the meanings of The time is short
which Paul could not have known. Tonight
the city in a thousand churches
hands will be raised
a hundred thousand slightly different Gods,
and voices will call down the Spirit’s fire
they called to Baal on
but there is no Elijah, no Simon Peter,
tongue of flame on the wet branches
in this almost empty park, only these last few children
swing through arcs of gravity,
who spin on the axis of this roundabout
the pull of nameless forces
and the comfort of the rain.
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