4.27.2020

through Narragansett smokehole



AGATE LAMP

A peaceful evening in late April
the trees barely budding
in mild light   while brooding
darkness rings   the besieged people

& this dissonance of visible   invisible
an indivisible fire   smoldering
criminals & saints   revealing
callous inhumanity    with humble

solidarity   courageous   all-compassionate
& in my flimsy gazebo
octagonal coracle or   Argo
with Sophie’s wind-chime   over the gate

delicate oak-leaf butter-knife design
tingling in the calm air   O
here in my Ariadne-lair   where
a Chartres J coils  toward her Eschaton

& my whisper follows Cautantowwit
through Narragansett smokehole 
southwest, southwest   while a soul-
hart sails back   to her monarch nest –

that circling square dance of Ocean beams
where the spirit of Jessie Ophelia
& Juliet Ravlin   abide in Thee   &
Eternity, O Eternity! cries Roger Williams

& you lift your agate lamp, Psyche
like a fiddlehead   in Holy-Land
& the soeur-coulombe of the Son
of Man   swerves   with a shining eye

4.27.20

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