She had a moment of genius,
when she traced the collarbone to sternum,
that place of muscle & faith.
She kissed the scars I won as a child -
playing victim in the backyard,
acting daredevil in the front -
and she said they taste just like ‘Agami.
At God’s feet are all things,
like this girl embracing me,
this girl blowing into me,
playing her instrument,
and I make the sound of a child.