They say softly,
with perfect diction
and ineffable sweetness,
"I have discovered my own way
to navigate God,"
voices smooth as butter,
bodies flowing with every movement,
toned,
graceful,
malleable . . .
and heads nod "yes" . . .
but somewhere
in the set of the chin
beneath
the softness, the sweetness,
and the fluidity of all that shows
lies something hard,
cold,
unyielding,
tensed like a coiled
snake
ready to strike.
