They Call it Mystic
--for Sanni Purhonen
When I cross the street
They say its a miracle
(You just can’t get away from it)
Buy a sack of cherries
Blind in the market
Vide et credere…see
And believe
(The blind eating fruit)
Cripples traveling
Hand in hand
Autumn winter
Crazy God lets them out
To stroll with
Sandalwood and incense
And their true bodies