BATHED IN WHITE LIGHT

by Jnana Hodson

Queen of the Moon, enthroned
atop a white statue
of St. Joseph
in the pelvis of church towers,
both facing the broad lake:

Bless me and the angel with an oboe voice.

More than the dark pigeons, flocking.

So passive, she could not be held.
Elusive, yet essentially
eating away mountains.