Sunday Morning

For Melina,
on this day, June 24, 2018

Coffee cups in hand,
We sat on the tailgate of our car,
you and I—if there is such a thing—
contemplating and experiencing the morning,
a morning favored this time of year
faintly cool, and carrying hints
of the heat to come.
It was like all times,
a time of grace,
but breaking its unanimous peace
I mentioned that I could imagine Jesus
walking up the driveway to join us
in this place, in this grace, as a man,
but with one difference:
that this grace did not stumble or falter in his person,
but passed cleanly through, unhindered,
to then radiate even greater from himself,
unlike we provisional and imperfect beings,
where it is choked and clouded.
...
Nonetheless, we all bathed in it, that cool holy water
of the morning of this day,
and enjoyed it deeply,
merging, for a few precious,  sweet,
and evanescent moments
with eternity.