My friends, today is the cathedral
of tomorrow, where we live in postponement.
Jesus walks on water in Garden Grove
or Akron, over Phillip Johnson’s Galilee,
breathless, waveless, and unwavering.
This is your peace, you can have it
in any mall after nine, when the
walkers leave, one shop at a time,
windows like a series of begats,
a lineage leading on to tomorrow,
the cathedral of today.