view from the top of the cross

periodic clarity, floating fog
this sporadic effluvium
three decades plus some
parched lips, scorched grounds
hunger recessed
pain anaesthetised
gardens float in
bread and wine aflicker
lazarus will not rise
................again, soon
as memories waft
an irresistible urge
to embrace, to palpate
muscles torpid
vision from atop the cross
far and wide
................and far and wider
cognizant of milleniums
elusive smile on the lips
as shadows desert