CALM EQUILIBRIUM
The frail forsythia across the drive
is leafing now, sweet
milky gold. Is life complete,
somewhere – some honeysuckle beehive?
The legend of Guillem d’Orange
seeped into the chansons.
Found its way to Stalin’s
cantons – Osip took an interest (étrange
poète – tel joie de vivre!). Guillem’s
a distant relative, by way
of Negus ancestry –
West Branch an Ethiopia of idioms
& Quaker scattergood. Small world
of planetary matrices…
– a world Guillem renounces
(adieu, Charlemagne) for cloistered
Provençal sea-cave. Knight becomes
monk. & shall Earth rest,
also? – quaint Jubilee bequest
someone foresaw, 3000 years ago? Sums
multiply… an exponential calculus
bending toward vertigo. Yet
Osip & Oscar Cullmann know
an elegant solution to the cul-de-sac (us
vs. Rus… general apocalypse).
The restoration in his Name
returns the Other to the Same –
after a darkened Holy Week’s eclipse
*
the Wolf shall lie down with the Lamb
& whom Jerusalem encrypts
shall meet Sophie – who skips
from sepulcher to Ghent (near Amsterdam)
to gaze from candid sheepish eyes
into the crippled stadium
(where waves of human tedium
crash against hate-riddled walls)… & rise!
I see that other monk, Franciscan-
Neapolitan Joachim – his spare
horsehair, daubing seraphim
& golden Thunderbird (tall plummet-plan).
Third Aeon of the Holy Ghost,
gyring… with restoration
in her wings. A gravitation
from the grave – gift become host;
33 years of absolute devotion
(1099-1132)
framed by crane-bone flute
& Marsden’s Melville-crucifixion.
You wonder at my curious forgotten lore.
It isn’t hard to find.
Her golden fleece, refined
by fire, still shines from everywhere;
sheep in witch hazel, murmur-dove,
pearl beyond price… she is
forsythia of everlastingness –
calm equilibrium of Pax (justice & love).
4.8.20
