Some saints,
            some believe,
            were able to bilocate,
            to be in two places in the same moment.
            It is hard for some of us to believe such a thing

            But surely last week
            many of us were able to bilocate.

            We cooked supper,
            washed the dishes,
            brushed our teeth before trying to sleep
            as our other location was in Lower Manhattan.

            We were present to the burned, the buried;
            we were with the firefighters going up the stairs;
            we were with the people
            digging with hands, with fingernails
            to rescue another.
            Saints and sinners
            we bilocated out of love.

Bilocation, Justine Merritt, 2001

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