ARE YOU WHO YOU SAY YOU WERE?

Don’t get bent out of shape figuring out

who you were in your last life.

Slurp your alphabet soup of infinity.

You’re not the only seraphim in town

who needs protection

from every soul-crushing poltergeist

haunting Time’s House.

The weathered face of God’s wife

smiles, inviting you to get on board

the Milky Way Ferris wheel

with Moses and Tutankhamun.

The only matter worth remembering

is the first time you made love, —

the elixir of bliss, when all the bluebirds

chirped resurrection.