Antediluvian Sonnets

By | 3 February 2024

On the way to the end of artifice
On time departures, ancient bonds
Catalytic prescriptions for mending
Reluctance to say ‘loss’ when gain

Is in gathering through, for and across
Swiftly folding time or swirling, skirted
Triangular like a hat, orb-like as in water or web
Makes no difference except that bodies

Unknowingly pause hesitant to leave
Cultivated stillness and quiet for scuttling
A pilgrimage to Bernadette who is
No longer in Lennox or anywhere earthly

So we travel toward her laughter
One location she inscribed

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