Pentecostal Nostalgia (old men looking back)
Remember the day the Spirit barged in
and made hotheads of us all?
Even though our mouths took off like spooked horses,
our nonsense threw no one:
they all rode it out with perfect calm and comprehension.
We danced a single body,
a corporate tango…
spun like tops,
caught like prisoners,
dipped like believers in the Jordan.
On every wet shoulder
a dove descended
smiling well pleased.
The nets, which for years we kept
near to tearing
with our catch of flapping desires,
suddenly burst and emptied:
we wanted nothing but the feeling
that everyone should feel the same.
We sold it all,
spread it out,
and saved our souls in so doing.
Those were the days…
drunken like springtime,
three times more alive
than ever before. Looking back,
it's a wonder that we survived.