Abraham Terian: The Steel Drum

He stood like a high priest, his
ebony hands against the steel;
he held the pair of sticks
like ceremonial crosses. With
gentle beats he blessed the bowl,
from east to west, the south
and the north of the rim,
every inch of the bottom. With
celestial sounds he rounded
the growing crowd, enchanted,
from one street corner to the next.
As celebrant he chimed
this inverted bell, censed
around this upended dome
of a cathedral in miniature
where angels descend, enamored,
to be baptized by human hands
in such a stainless bowl.

May 3, 2005