With miniscule feet you crawled
One night when I was reading when I was reading Rachel Back
I turned a page, the back door squeaked,
I saw the markings of your miniscule feet.
You tap-danced on the roof all night for me
And taught me thus the code of your soliloquy.
How you arrived pregnant and full
Carrying a green house in your belly.
A summer day it grew so tall,
It fell through your transparency
And carried us all on its deck,
Bearing our giant feet
When we carried around books
That carried the whole world.
The deck could be drowned,
The books could become yellow like leaves
But you, oh Spirit, will ever be pregnant
And tap-dancing on the roof.