Nothing but smooth sailing.
—The Isley Brothers
Those aren’t birds are they are they,
are they?, or are they insects of an ilk
glowing and hovering hummingbird-
like though not hummingbird, not bird,
no, I see it, that which I wasn’t seeing,
a lingering phosphorescence, no
luminescence, oh!, it is incandescence
and those are seraphim I see, I am
seeing seraphim, six-winged seraphim,
seraphim having six wings or so said
Isaiah, a seraphim seer, two wings,
fans over a mighty face, two enfolding feet
and two neon wings to lift them aloft,
smoothly sail above prophesies for our
tangled times, two wings golden as honey
is gold, as amber is gold, as transparency
is gold, carry us to a feared eternal now,
tolerable, almost, when we sing along.
Sarah Sarai. From Geographies of Soul and Taffeta, published by Indolent Books, 2016.