John regrets
and always as the sun sets,
on Sunday
a new day brightens up his mood
with coffee and a bowl of food,

the weather's nothing to write home about
in the wind I hear my name
I watch raindrops racing down the window,

pain is how you feel, felt,
ever knelt to be blessed?
never confessed?

as usual I waiver
the saviour leaves
but I caught his sister
told her
I missed her
she gave me the sign of
the cross
she
is probably the boss.

Sunrise and my eyes shine
anticipation belongs to me
mine all mine.

I've been in this dream before
can't ignore the clothes I wore
the crew cut hair
that air of arrogance

perhaps this is another chance
to get it right

if only I'd had second sight
first time around
now
to tread the same ground
filling in the blanks.

You could see me
be me
begging for charity
on the steps of St Pauls
but
you won't know me
until you know
yourself.

Under the microscope
I see
you see
we see
microscopically
a mosaic
pieces fit
float
rotate
procreate

some vegetate and we
use them as wallpaper.