You circle slowly,
Waiting for an in,
A chance to catch
One narrow shaft of light
As it streams
Through the narrow
Break in the clouds.
The night has been
Opened by light,
Edges of the field
Laced with dancing
Branches,
The shadows of
A full moon.
The opening is brief,
You slide past
The fuzzy margin
Between what is,
And what we believe.
Whether you were
Really here is only
A question
Posed by
Those whose
Faith is fenced
By the rules
Of others.
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