THE LAW OF CORRESPONDENCE

1.

As Within

The tiniest cathedral,

the color of bone.

Doves inside

shuffling and cooing

from the rafters.

Every votive’s ablaze.

A choir of light.

Souls in white suits

pack the pews.

An alabaster bowl

on the altar

gleams, is ready

for its next christening.

All this lives

like an egg

inside a man  

on his way

to an opening.

2.

So Without

A Hollywood premiere.

Hoards line the streets.

Fanfare’s everywhere.

All the stars are out.

A kleig

lights up the sky.

Its beam reaches

for the mirror

of the moon, dreams

its way past

the celebrity

of the sun,

beyond the milky firmament,

beyond the billion-odd galaxies,

back to the beginning,

to the earliest aperture,

no bigger than

Galileo’s eye,

to the birth place

of the first great flash,

to light itself,

to the great anointer.