The Waterfront Café

Numinous

all the social and sexual fakery,

the long intricately knotted

braid pasted round somebody’s head.

Holy the

forever adjusting of clothing,

the not quite knowing what to do with

one’s hands. All

Of these dances, rightly performed,

are holy. Holy

the glances around, before speaking,

for someone who one might love who

Might be listening. Numinous

those speaking looking off

away from each other. Holy

the rehash of what has

Often been said.  Holy rehearsing:

That’s my alma mater, that’s my neighbor,

that’s like someone I know at work, like something

I read long ago and barely remember.

Holy the askings for pardon crossing

the courtyard. Holy the human awkwardness.