BREWERS AT THEOPHANY

Like a many jointed limbs-akimbo

we spill from the car 

and reassemble

A body with a wobbly center
learning to walk
(If I believe this I would never fight him)

the girls are like mice on the asphalt
skittering and laughing in squeaks

underneath my old apartment
where I used to listen to lonely anthems
and watch meth addicts
now someone looks down, sees a family

which part of the body am I
the heart I think but I don't always know

what soul animates our lanky form

that can be seat-belted into four separate places without amputation
that can walk clumsily forward with so much extra movement
where did I go I'm asking am I still I in the We

Now the body stands trembling at the narthex door
My husband is as tall as the moon looking down at me
He looks like a tree after the rain with a baby caught in his branches

I can't find my emotion because I am like a river 

with a sapling caught in the current where it bends

my daughter at my skirts, swirling and diving

The door opens spilling out gold
we are drawn inside the briny warmth

like a rainbow trout we undulate, hovering

behind candle-flames like sea grass
This quiet holy place swallows noise
like an ocean like Love itself

Submerging I and Us in Thee