Alone Where it’s Dark

I sit in the servant’s quarters
alone where it’s dark,
it’s dark and it’s late
and the drugs are wearing off,
the drugs that have given me
miracles and signs and wonders
in the heavens and on.

Check my pressure and pulse
nod to the fire and pillars of smoke,
nod to the darkness,
but I can’t sleep with these remains.
Will I be judged for the call?

The bugs may crawl
among you with small resistance
but she will hand me a robe in Jerusalem
and we will look out the window
at the smoke in the valley.

(2012)