Nicodemus Old
Now I laugh to think of professional fishermen
who couldn’t fish to save their life
without the word.
Do not be surprised when I say
that despite his arrogance
(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.