I keep the Crystal Hour
Inside the safe, like an Oracle
To which I gracefully return
Each time I need a Miracle.
When North seems South to me
Or East, or West
When I seek gestures, I no longer see
And Music doesn’t find my ear’s nest
When I take evening as a dawn, and night as day
And all that’s clear I just take as in the mist away
Then to my Crystal Hour I return
That's where I gathered laughing, crying
Moment with moment, thought with thought
Whatever changed me just a little or a lot.
Like in a prayer in my hands I take the Hour
And I am waiting for the Miracle to flower.

2022, May 29th, Pleasantville, PA