Cataloging the Ecstasy of Saint Teresa
Bernini saw it in three-dimensions –
head thrown back, eyes half-closed, lips parted.
Tons of marble floating.
Cataloging the ecstasy of Saint Teresa
you cross over
and find yourself in a choral group
performing Arvo Pärt’s The Peace.
This is good. This is really good.
The puzzle at the foot of your bed?
You try to recall the connection.
The mystery of happiness without remorse
or something like that. You’re not sure.
Here’s how it’s done, the caped magician told you
after your eighth birthday party.