After the flash but before the roar
My eyes clear and He's there.
Born in the space between the airburst
He stands, smiling with golden wind chimes,
His palms outstretched
Showing me two white stones. One is mine.
He dances; a priest, with wide eyes
Learning to speak his rites, between two Edens.
He laughs at my incomprehension.
He hands me my stone and my tears cut loose as
He launches into my chest;
Between two Edens.