i'm too sad in the black inside myself
to step back and let my third eye adjust
and even as i don my vestment
i'm not fit to be tied or bound to this realm
even though by nature i already suffered the
cloister of trials and surrounded myself
w/ghosts,
no one answered the phone when i was ready to
return to the sky,
because it wasn't time to die.

(of my march down Wall Street to Trinity Cathedral)
katrina k. johnson