this morning hope woke me , she whispered in my ear
you took that journey for love
hope told me ask love
before I ask her
I write this down

before the age of two, i knew baby Jesus,
in a manger in the crib of that church in London.  
Love I felt,  huge and eternal,
head over heels, following that star.
Carried me far, the heighest heights,
could not even begin to comprehend, or understand,
the plotters plot, and the planners plan,
how wide their webs of devices span,
dumbfounded, astounded,
perplexingly easily coerced and grounded,
my achilles heel,
just found it,
perpetually jumping from jelly into jam,
here i am.