Trees with one leg, walking,
spit of Jesus on his eyes,

arms pointing up to a high dazzle
as all around him a crowd

of sound is becoming visible.
What once was a small rumble

on the tips of his fingers, now
pours into him like a river,

a drenching of light and shadow.
He trembles on this new threshold.

Is he man or tree? And did the Healer
also touch the crown of leaves

which now looks back at him
with a thousand eyes?