God does not exist unless revealed
through your love. like Rilke’s angels
no metaphysics can make you real
nor is your office to be time’s changeling
like we might be called to. you are the seal
of our humanity - not one inscribed
upon as a tablet or text yields
a Potter’s Field of ostraka and jibes.
I a man who never met his mother
am as other men who know women
and do not know you. yet no lover
in urgent night was able to summon
me as you can - and now that I am old
let me be dry wood where the fire takes hold.
6 October 2021