Dichotomy

T

wo ravens send a chill
through the rejuvenation sky
as they gash the spring air.
Submerged in the dark pool of night,
the new moon dreams of solar light.

*[ WSB ].

Mother and Child

O

nly a child, Mother begat a child
just days after the unwoven ribbons
of painted maypoles writhed like serpents, wild,
foretelling when he would swing like a gibbon
through the house while Mother remained grounded,
skipping final chapters of bildungsroman:
out of middle school, to a well-rounded
adult, transformed by the belly swollen,
parental. The colicky babe blessed
with a caretaker born under Cancer
settles in the soft heartbeat of the breast;
the flower unravels like a dancer.
       The cosmic archetype plays out local;
       ends begin with mother and child focal.

*[ WSB ].

Still

O

ut in the ocean
the waves roll, clash, and then, still
the fish do not care
to ponder uncertainty
as they slide forward, silent.

*[ WSB ].

Thief

U

nder the lavender grey skin of Mercury
lies a hardened heart,
the long day seared on a rocky countenance,
cold shadow following
the kinetic flash of a liquid marathon.
Lonely days on the road,
the trickster guards gold with gravity that warps the
definition of self.
Stately, dancers promenade; as music echoes,
the coins of commerce rain.

*[ WSB ].

Anew

a

  new
phase after running in place for
so long
to the old song and dance
hall mark
when the toggle lit the dark
horse laugh
out loud as you canter the course
anew

*[ WSB ].