There are so many voices here
Shift-working the dream-block
This sizable union
Squeezing-in circumstance
Forging verse into
Gunpowder
Listening
For slow earth quake
And psychic revelation
We gather for love-mass
In books stores
Barns, and on far-out icebergs
Huddled apart
Waiting to touch love
It's a familiar echo
That floats through the day
Like Sunday morning prayer
Low in winter
Roland Hardy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-experience/
