For Dave in Assisi
Francis always turns up
where you least expect him.
I don't want to curse your luck
with expectations,
but who knows?
Maybe he'll turn up in your disappointment,
your irritation with the crowds,
your worry about the future.
Maybe those are your version
of the snow and cold,
the closed door
and fear of freezing
that met Francis that night...
Pound on the door, my love,
gaze deeply into the hush of his crypt.
Perhaps you'll be greeted with lilies,
or realize you're well
and truly off the map
of your expectations,
deeply lost on the mountain
of beauty and unfamiliar paths
laughing and laughing
or weeping in awe