Nicodemus Old

Now I laugh to think of professional fishermen
             who couldn’t fish to save their life
             without the

Do not be surprised when I say
           that despite his
           (like every dusty Cynic claiming to be God)
           and accusing me of obtuseness
           which even his followers endured,
           I say immortal magnet, Jack, joke, sly son
           he was the glass and the wine.

I remember a man arranged objects
           on his kitchen table
           an array of common objects, some used, some useless
           and the man called it a
Curing Table.

He could walk through your door without opening it.