I have seen God, she passed and rested her eye
on my heart and I don't know what she thought.
Nor did she speak. Confronting that pregnant silence I asked
nothing lest my words smudge her transparent body of grammar.
In her belly, white, I read my fragile eternal gospel
saw the letters of my name depurated of vanity, wept.
I found God at sea away from those grey streets
hanging to her black ankles I was led to you.