Equinox : a bridge between seasons.
Nay, no night-mare;
articulate as horsehair
& as serviceable. Musique de balance,
équilibre – night & day,
reason & faith. Of summer,
d’automne... (mordant humor,
luminous grief)... Hey-hey,
giddy-up, Old Paint! We galumphin’ to see
the Pope touch down, in D.C.!
Strait o’ Columba, maybe –
where turtles kick through tough gray
curves – like a mess o’ limbic pigeons
from the air. Everyone
behold her, now – mazy Simone’s
the River Queen. Like Ariadne
with her golden seine,
or murmurous Magdalen
of sunburnt feet, she will meander
underneath each Maximus
(from Po to Eridanus,
Neva-Neva to the rusty
Don)... O Theseus, she’s mulish US!
Chart the way-way back now, Mary.
Through this labyrinth
of dinosaurs, a kitten’s
coracle will bless – make merry.