Poetry floats (need a title)

[Leah S.]

Buddha, wearing straw sandals, was caught
on CCTV cameras in Arizona, racially profiled.
Facebook image-matched him instantly
but couldn’t help at all with Mohammed.
 
The third wise man hung around for a long
holiday weekend then slid up to heaven,
ignoring the growing desert storms,
the current situation in Jerusalem.
 
Poetry floats with Jim in a Parisian bain, bloated;
tethered to a bedroom door with Michael it stumbles
and falls; on a gravel road light falls lightly
as rollcall; the battlefield moon names names nightly.
 
Juggled from Nazareth to Nigeria, mercy struggles.
Deep underground corruption bubbles; poetry floats.

Title suggestion: "Epiphany". I really like the whole premise, but I want to know who "Jim" is, and how "poetry" got from "floating" in a bath in Paris, to being "tethered" ("tethered" made me think of those party balloons - probably because of the segue from "floating;" which in turn made me get stuck on "stumbles") to a bedroom door with "Michael" (the archangel?) and how that condition caused poor poetry to stumble and fall. (Is this a reference to the Original Fall?) For some reason I like "light falls lightly as rollcall" but I still struggle with how fast we are bouncing around. You gave us distinct places from the start, which led me to expect you to keep it up. I get the whole idea, and it moves me. Not sure whether to thank you for my future of imagining my poetry floating on a sea of corruption. Truth.