He leaned in and whispered as he turned the page,
And he said "Make yourself into a flame"
A crazy old lion with his hair all backlit,
Grinnin' like a little boy who has a secret

I do not know it's name
Though it's ever intertwining,
And I believe it must look like an old man shining
We were eating summer peaches by a roadside stand,
Juice running down like laughter on our chin and on our hands
When we were done we looked around and smiled at each other,
And you said, Come on Carrie, let's have another"

And I do not know it's name
No matter how I try
But I believe it must taste like peaches eaten by the roadside
He drove a rental car shuttle to the airport on Sundays
We chatted that grey morning about the choir he sang with Wednesdays
He sang a haunting gospel hymn shameless and clear,
With only me a wandering stranger sitting there to hear

I do not know it's name
Elusive and subtle,
But I believe it must sound like that man singing in the shuttle

Bridge

Standing in the river barefoot in the current,
I hear the sound of a birdcall and try to learn it
The water is a wonder, it's cold and fast and deep,
I saw fish go swimming out too far for me to reach

I do not know it's name,
Swimmer or watcher
But I believe that there is always something,
Moving beneath the water

If holy is a sphere that cannot be rendered,
There is no middle place because all of it is center
I do not know it's name
I do not know it's name
I do not know it's name