Spring Equinox

the chevron of birds,      like fighter pilots
                fly this way,         but I walk        
that. protection from prevailing winds, in an assured, decided 'V'       
      masks a formlessness—  
                    of the vitality inside

from bone bare branched perspective        
           the trees are dressing themselves 
in drooping infancy—   bursts from bud,  
            impending blows, unspoken  
       interweave from on high      

to woken open palms,          her stories sing—
              tilting, curling.                           catching 
     equinox light 

tales in braille,     in veins—    mirrored 
                 to witness—             
a breathing back to life 
   
       I’ve forgotten the woes of winter
the squalls have cleared        the clouds have been swallowed by azure blue 
         all is clear again, bright 
on the tipping day of longed for light

I’ve walked to the edge of the world to meet you
        Rumi’s field,  right from wrong

meet me now—       here
in the sky.           Beyond

This is a small rewrite and merge on two Spring poems I wrote last year. ‘Form’ and ‘Danced to Life’.

I was at one of the saddest funerals yesterday. A young mother, a life ended suddenly, far too soon. It will stay with me for a long time, but her spirit remains here in the hearts of those she loved.

So much sadness, the ravages of war and the injustices of world politics. Our nations’s recent disgust as the disgraced Conor McGregor, convicted rapist, being welcomed into the Oval office as a representative of Ireland on St Patrick’s Day.

I’ve been thinking of late, what will I say that I have done. Taking the macro to the micro, I can only live it through my life. I can sit down with my son and watch the hard hitting, critically acclaimed ‘Adolescence’ series on Netflix, so I can help him understand the panorama of life as a growing young man.

I’d rather have different conversations from the narcissists and bullies, but sometimes we’ve to be in the same arena. Sometimes, I’ve to find the words or courage for the fight. And other times I can let everything dissolve to the energy running within me, within nature to see the world anew; as beautiful and laden with love.

We had the most gorgeous sunny day in Dublin today to mark Equinox. I was chained to a laptop for most of it but I did catch it first thing this morning. What a joy it is for Spring arrive in the Northern Hemisphere to lift us all.

We are what we love, perhaps.

(The tracks to the words. Play on random shuffle if you like)