The Baptist

Losing well

Born of women

Born of rocky turmoil

The world laughs

among itself

Born of the same rocky turmoil but

created apart

I float

Set aside

from the worldliness

to point

I control the seas

with my hover

My tides baptize

the shores

of your land

I glow with the honey

of creation

Caught in an orbit

bigger than myself

I leapt for joy

spinning inside my cosmic womb

at the vision of your rise

Sun, you brought the true light

My honey glow grabs

at your luminosity

and fails

I wax and diminish

behind the world’s shadow that

you cast on my craterous face

It is well

as I am eclipsed

and imprisoned

and beheaded

for the sake of the Sunrise.