Wrestling with Angels.(Brief Article)(Poem)

 
WRESTLING WITH ANGELS 
 
   The way he tapped wafers of cuttlefish 
   with propitiatory fingers 
   into the backyard aviary 
   was the way he cleaned the stained glass windows; 
   his focus falling far beyond 
   the budgerigar colours. So. 
 
   Perhaps some annunciation of light 
   quickening the still life of glass 
   surprised him like fox-fluttered wings, 
   but his wife was looking the other way 
   and he can't recall. The neighbours 
   are calling it a miracle: 
 
   how he hammered his palms against the lead 
   and balanced his ladder upright 
   for a moment--then the slow curve. 
   Transfigured, ...