April

I ponder the beauty and the despair

The promise and the probate of reckoning

Neutrality will not work anymore

Slumber is naught

In the inevitable march of the sun

I am the hapless gardener of weeds

My determination a cloud of dandelion puff

Scattered, resistant to Lethe 

A Persephone eating my pomegranate seeds

 Half Life

The moment of fusion

When atoms split

Is the fatal ambiguity

Of April

The dark wood spent by now

Garners one last flint to spark

A beginning once more

Unconscious mimicry

Of a creator God,

That otherness straddling

Time and existence

Unfolds the petals

Of the other half,

The secret of death