by Gonzalinho da Costa
For Father Pat Giordano, SJ
The moon abides invisibly in a day painted white.
At my shoulder a dark green shadow is floating, the sea.
Breakers rush toward shore, roaring lions inside a wind tunnel.
Peering within myself, I see bottomless water.
Stillness enters the space between two swells of breath.
Waiting is a desert journey, a dry mountain disappearing into the skies.
Solitude, a dove, hovers, bearing a gift.
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