CROSS—TRAINING MYSTICAL



God
I see you

Next to the nervous man
Walking with
His horses

I see you
God

Balancing
Flying helicopters
With your
Pinky finger

I hear you
God

In the
Trembling voices
Of cold agents

God
You melt ICE
With your presence

The holy mystics
Were right
You are
A consuming fire

I see you
God

Beyond the janitors
Who work
With fire—sticks
And the
Foo Fighters
That hover
Above them

God
You live

In the heat
Of exercise

On the hands
Of the cook
Who cleans
Black beans

Precious bits
Of life
Raw grains
Of energy

God
You are

A fist of words
That overcomes
Your enemies