Let me dance with St. Francis
··········naked-faced in the streets of the city,

Find the clear-fire beacon of the pole star
··········and fly in formation with migrating wings,

Laugh with the dolphin in the rolling sea
··········and swim silver-gray through fleck and foam,

Sway with the bent pine in the howling wind
··········and dig fingers in the soil with sprawling rose-roots,

Join the chorus of the unseen cicada
··········and welcome out-loud the coming of night,

Extend my hand to the paw of the wolf
··········and sing with her in blue-white moonlight,

Let me dance with St. Francis
··········and commend what remains whole in a damaged world.

December, 2017