beneath gray Bruegel sky

WAVE-CRADLE

Crows ink beneath gray Bruegel sky.

A line from A to B

zigzags spacetime – see?

So raven vanishes in Noah’s eye.

Between two points, a yawning Ocean.

Infinite intensity

of black-hole density

draws yesterday into its spin.

What is your personal specific gravity?

The poem is gray pebble,

obscure soldat (trouble

for no one).  Ordinary Smitty

whose greatcoat pocket holds an agate.

Lodestone of a jay

tracing King’s Highway

into the calyx of a ruse (checkmate).

It is Path P, the chi-rho

branch – diamond

mandala of almond;

Black Elk milk road (ey yo).

Love is the tread between twin pillars –
only a glance of weightless

spiderweb.  Inverness

of vernal tenderness... wind, stars...

when the bow sways in its wave-cradle

& Ithaca, Iona, Eire

lift like green fire

Skye-perpendicular – familiar grail-dreidel.

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Transfiguration of a maze

FOUR PINES

To imitate Francis, or Guillem d’Orange;

not to turn from the world,

but my own greedy churl

to whom the world panders (strange

profit in dust).  In the sweet flame

of yearning day-lilies,

to glimpse a dew-sprung rose

labyrinth... Love’s beckoning game.

Transfiguration of a maze of sighs –

of Giuliana’s longing,

Henry Cat’s sad reckoning...

all those winding trails of Psyche,

Ariadne’s ingle eye.  The far Gate

shimmers there, in Frisco Bay;

an M, as of a catenary

smile suspended, doubles you (checkmate);

your azure horizon draws its line

between twin vanishing points,

like pillars of four pines

feathered to a target (mine).

The wellspring of the soul is as

a lodestone (from beyond

the Milky Way).  Fond

depths of Holy-Land – Eureka-adze

or axis of the earth.  Bee-mouth,

hinge of honey-door

where uncreated light pours

through... sunbeam, raying north & south.

3.30.16