Two of the fingers on his right hand
had been broken
so when he poured back into that hand it surprised
him--it hurt him at first.
And the whole body was too small. Imagine
the sky trying to fit into a tunnel carved into a hill.
He came into it two ways:
From the outside, as we step into a pair of pants.
And from the center--suddenly all at once.
Then he felt himself awake in the dark alone.
Howe, Marie. "Easter" The Kingdom of Ordinary Time. New York: W. W. Norton & Company, 2008. 24.