Between Caesar And The Saint

 

 

 

 

Between the Ides of March and St Patrick's Day

the fracture split wide open

and all the glistening golden moments

tumbled helter-skelter into the ravine

split rock, split stream, spume

of shimmering rainbows

blessing the precarious flora

and the startled roosting birds

who took immediate flight

to seek sequestered ledges

where they might rear their young,

unruffled, and scan the gilded rocks

at sunset in grief and gladness

 

 

From realms of Icarus the cascade fell

chuckling into the fathomless embrace

of blue oceans, knowing the ebb and run

of tides in the magnetic undertow

a revelation of sun-splashed waves by day

and moons angling for treasure by dark