In Deo Omnis Creatio

In Deo omnis creatio est,

the old monk said,

nothing is

which He did not

bring into being.

Sunlight came

through the glass windows

of the refectory

and made patterns

on the polished wooden floor,

and twirling dust mites

seemed like small galaxies.

That time after choir practice,

Friday evening,

we paused Juliet and I,

kissed witness only

by the December sky.

That time Micky and I

walked home from school,

and we sheltered

in the doorway of a shop

to get out of the rain

and we shared a cigarette,

each taking a drag,

talking about Eddie

and his cousin

who walked the house

semi-clad,

and Micky said:

Can't be bad.

That time in Tangiers

with Miriam

and supping rum and coke,

watching the bellydancer

and snake charmer,

and I mused

she could charm my snake

anytime and surely

just thinking it

can't be a crime?