with eyes blindfolded
with ears plugged
with sharpened senses
deaf and dumb
blind and speechless
pen in pocket
exulted
waiting to be life (in)vested
I rave on the sand
of Dividing Waters
but then where's
the teeming flotilla
in the nick of time
a boat is lowered
on the muscle of my heart
a hardened stuttering stone
under my tongue