Meaning a coming into place,                        a sharpened focus—                                                                      the cloud  lifting from around the viewfinder, arrival                                           as counting toward the next commemoration. A sky                  sarum blue but not yet comet-slashed— asterial altar with tiny windows you'll open night                                                                                      after night, translucent  as skin.                     Imagine walking through a desert— unshod                                          feet feeling for hotcold points in the earth  that give you back your place in this kingdom of  blood                                                                                          and perishable light.   Hawk-high, sand-blasted, burnished; crowned  with gold, a tintinnabulum                                          fingered with the keys of heaven;                                                         the body as beast for constant taming.