A piano is playing ever so faintly.
A nail bitten finger is gently pressing on one key.
Its tune is an arrow of soft fading light I see with my mind’s eye
and it is pricking my heart.
I look over my shoulder and notice when the wind blows
Jesus’ nakedness is laid bare for all to see.
The same wind is blowing over me
and in defiance I am hopelessly holding together
a shredded piece of a fabric
a torn veil.