i hear you are being
honored in berkeley––
for your sainthood of the Word,
your transcendent brilliance, &
loving-kindness––
naming a constellation after you
might be right,
or transforming the aurora borealis
into a curtain of golden coins
gently making deposits into your
4th street work-space could work,
or maybe just a resonant flash
of poetry lightning
bringing rain.
but what does an angel
of abundant light really need?
an omniverse of imagination
to care for,
a voice for all being that sings
from the heart,
a sun that arises every day
laughing.