He could ring a bell

He could ring a bell there in the late afternoon

And a gold bar of sunlight
Would melt in his hand
Like butter in a frying pan

And time would split like a hive
Into bees
Each with a gift of honey
For this possible human
Naughty with his tongue and his freedom

And if there were time
He could have all of it

If he feared for his life
And was broken
He could be flown
Like a kite
By a genius of a child
Into a double rainbow

He could be
Lost and found like a key

                                        -- New York, April 7, 2011