There is, of course, the language of visual art.
And this one is after a painting by Chagall.
It's called "Deliverance."
What kind of Moses would arrive in the form
of a rooster tall enough to brush his comb along the door
jamb?
His arched back a feathered saddle, iridescent.
One roll of his red eye and this unrepentant woman
mounts up, clings to wattle and tendon.
Leans her ear to his beak to catch each triangular syllable,
tremulous as dawn.
Her doubts burrow deep into down.
She strokes veins at the base of his throat.
Feels the faint tick of faith just out of reach.
The silty creek of her mind cannot yet float that rowboat
where some tiny god's giving one of the chosen a free ride
to the other side."