Virgin Annunciate by Antonello da Messina
This time only one hand startles,
Losing her place in the book of hours.
The other goes on worrying the light
Habit of modesty protecting the angels.
Last week the earth shifted and only she stumbled.
She kneels because she cannot sit, the drawing hum
Driving her from room to room convinced the
Source is in the other.
Twice she dropped the anachronistic match
Lighting evening candles, her mother chiding
You want to set the whole world afire?