All gathered here at the hour

When midnight tolls its bells

For time has come for worship

On this religious fervent night

Darkness folds softly round
Light inside
Where bodies rise
And kneel
And move
Together
In a dance
Of worship.

Music rises
From

 My open heart, and open hands.

ascend  into the Midnight Mass.

The world outside, is dark and still,

and still

A new day dawns as I rouse from my dreams.

Something is amiss or so it seems.

Why has my countenance fallen like this?

Perhaps

Terra Cotta 1990

Before you left for the Arabian Sea
You gave to me an ivy in a terra cotta pot.