I am baptized by coins with a faint smell of elderflower.

 

I transfigure, blink in one part of the house and then another.

 

A holy night unfolds and stands weakly.

 

A child chemist mixes a star in a test tube.

 

Glass shatters lightly.

 

I am a saint.

 

I soothe with marmalade and tonic.

 

I embroider a pillow and give it a squeeze.

 

I attach a heavy gold necklace to a horse rump.

 

We clang along across the empire.

 

Every church window flies open in greeting.

 

Every bell rings weary.

 

I stretch my arms out and receive light.

 

My face appears on a tree.

 

Red flowers spring forward.

 

I attend a funeral, and then another.

 

My face appears in water, lightly distorted.

 

I am tired like the ancients were tired.