Beside a canal, darkening
As the day was ending
I was lost in the middle of
Dante's wood.

I had a vision of
All people as children
Running in the gentle wind
As dancers.
Now I am among them
Now I am dancing with them
Now I am alone with my thoughts.

A saint appeared on
Charlie Rose between
Henry Kissinger and
Bill Gates
A spirit was with me
In my prison cell.

I recall images
From my childhood
On a transatlantic flight
Into the sky
Into the sun
Into the night.