And You Will Know Me

I wonder what he would say
standing at the intersection of the Cosmos and 
St. Anthony

Would he wave his hand and decree 
“Lost but found and
This
is all for you
by You 
Which is to say 
me and 
We.”

Would he smirk
bees on the knees 
and Light my shoes aflame
releasing the Lion to
Electrify (the) Vision?

Would he,
along the scenic path, 
extend his hand to twirl me
a spiral 
to begin again and 
again?

It was printed in blue 
nestled betwixt the 
leaves;
details and 
empty space—brilliant,
a silent, deafening
Becoming and 
deafening,
a subtle Destruction

Vibrating and humming 
The lines floated off the page and
webbed themselves in front of me.
Knot here and 
knot there, the strings 
tied to a (story)line yet to be 
woven 

I’ll meet you 
tHERE
and you will know Me.