I am the gentleman in the black
tuxedo,
on
his arm the model with alabaster skin.
I
am the Rock of Gibraltar risen from the sea
to
escort the twisting form of femininity.
I
am the woman in the white evening gown
wearing
diamonds enough to rival midnight stars.
I
am the matrix of Eve and carnal desire.
I
am the Logos, the Second Coming,
and
if you tell me that I am mad,
off
the rails or something worse,
I will say, “Why didn’t you notice earlier?”
The
stable at Bethlehem is just down the street
from
my house and from yours.
We
are all shapeshifting swiveling hips,
the
man with the handsome chiseled jaw,
all
preachers from Galilee, apprentices
holding
a hammer, a plane, and a saw.
We
are all incarnations of the divine.
You
may not have remembered until now,
but
you once sat under the bodhi tree,
once
you awakened from a dream.
There
was a time when you rose to the occasion
and
turned water into wine.
~William Hammett
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