I want to gather you like the accordion folds of a long dress

Around my wrists and run.

If you ask where, I say, breathless,

—The comfort & justice of an open field.

I want to hide you like the tender Seder bread

Our little fingers suspend over the plate,

For each plague, drip

“Blood (splash) frogs (splash) darkness”

Or, if you prefer, there is a place

In the slats of the granary

Where only the barn owl flashes its Oriental face

A slashed geode

You could hide there

The moon slit in half tonight—it reaches out

For spheres of fullness in the mist—No—

It is not just what you endure

She is casting into the rafters dark rainbows

Prisms in wood—the gauzy wings glitter over moon;

It is all my heart passing hopefully

Through your radiant—

very radiant, need.