Blackbird Dream

My father and his Christ
appear as blackbirds
in a swamp and swinging
at the top of tall reeds,
eyes and shoulders flashing.

Then I see men
black men in bathrobes dancing,
arms held up high.
It would seem they are more than happy.

Perhaps are drunk,
but, in any case, are wildly victorious;
They sing as one,
then are swinging together on cattails,