1.29.2020

relativity behavior at the end of May




NEF-TUNE

& what if all the Seekers, Roger’s progeny
– that prophet-salt of the earth –
assembled in an ark (Bertha
the birth-canoe)?  Like an almond eye?

Like tall Sophia-Top, spiraling from sky?
The quintessential star
of relativity behavior
in the Great Congregation, at the end of May

(5.29.1919, to be exact).  When Albert
raised a toast to the memory
of time & space, & we
felt that fire... like Baked Alaska in the desert.

Birthday for Ocean, constellate;
malingering little reprobate
always castigated by Bay State,
always flaming in a pentagram – complete

salt sea-bird tugboat-gal
who lofts Old Ironsides
to cosmic shipyard one Ides
of July (my Galilean madrigal).

It is the nef-tune, from the underside
of the sea, of the mind;
Love’s ecliptic incline,
like one grain of sand.  Wave, light... abide;

to launch us from our shadowy shells
& melancholy corners
into this brilliancy of yours...
all-human cradle where the hearth-fire dwells.

1.29.20

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