Holy Ghost
All their hosts shall fall down— Isaiah 34:
Holy Ghost wears furry chaps and a grapevine belt,
a red shirt and a cowboy hat.
He owns the marina by the river.
Hopscotch is his game.
But the clouds are his too.
Most days they are too heavy to let him off the ground.
He stays at the marina selling bait.
He sets a barrel fire to light Father’s message.
He comforts the customers.
Holy Ghost prophesies for the Son’s sake
with a string of words in another tongue.
He tells the Father’s stories.
Comets full of ice once fell to earth and delivered the oceans
so Father could sail.
Their impact made the ocean beds.
The heavens are still falling.
See the maple leaves splayed on the walk like wrecked stars.