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
