this morning, without warning, the house was lifted
by a fog it floated in the orange blue
of it the three layered cake of it
the windows blessings and paintings by some body
less body from a different from a diffident
century it was almost too beautiful
and that is difficult when you are naked or still
in your footed pajamas, the blue ones with the yellow
and red polka dots, or the smaller ones
in white we were
all there yet absent
this is how it will be light
light light years from now
when my children come to join me
in heaven, my god, look at me:
wreathed and blessed