Transfiguration

A cloud came and overshadowed them; and they
were afraid as they entered the cloud. LUKE 9:34

Perhaps it will be this same
mountain—perhaps always
the same, that ridge where they
will seem to lose him—that now
he kneels on, hands worn white
with prayer, breath sharpened in
his side, sound of blood a cloud
against his ears, and the muscled
echoes of climbing prickling
just beneath his quiet skin.