The mother and child are curled in a sleep
embrace when he appears. While eclipses
and other disorienting acts of god
validate hitherto minor prophets,
looking back, jealous gods are predictable.
They restrain themselves by day, and others
by night. Children crave security in patterns.
Such visceral arrangements animate us,
and in placing, securing, and in holding down,
we wander yet into the wilderness.