The water walker

He wasn’t Christ yet
Who straggled behind his pals on the mountain
to watch the sunset alone,
singing under his breath as he went:


Φῶς ὅσον ζῇς φαίνου,
μηδὲν ὅλως σὺ λυποῦ·
πρὸς ὀλίγον ἐστὶ τὸ ζῆν,
τὸ τέλος ὁ χρόνος ἀπαιτεῖ. 1


“O thou of little faith,” he thought he would say
But his mind had only reached the word  ‘oracle’.
“Wherefore didst thou leave?” they inquired.

“The sun didn’t set” – now that was way immense
than the mundane “it was shut away by the clouds.”
He scampered on that fluffy snow and his pace was slow;
He saw his friends and  had a distant epiphany
upon seeing them see a man walk on desiccated water.

“O you men of little adventure,”2  he said his line for he knew he would,
“take the hand of the living oracle and walk
on the stormy sea’s white foam.”

The friends all cheered and exclaimed,
“Thou art a rascal indeed!”
And Peter sang and John sang
Munching on the loaf he offered
while with banters  Dunbar filled his sheets.

Adil


1 Seikilos epitaph
2  See Matthew 14:22-33

Thou shalt spit

So the angel-man in his white robe spits in his direction. Some spit falls onto his white beard and dangles as honey to a honey dipper. Do not, o stupid man, be taken into the sweetness of this illustration. The boy ponders whether the beard acts as the four fingers since the spit was like the finger that pointed him out.