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.