My now here after the all that
Trickster sun through window pane
Bring by the high and take by the low
All the world spins the same.
My now here still after all this
Trickster light of April through the glass pane
Heard by the in and listened by the out
Full halfs turned round in earthen sphere.
Intentions are always the same
To do this and to have that by this when
So the Spring’s deceit will mimic my own
Here still now after all the gazing out and looking in.
Still names of days and months and years
Follow along quite with a single expectation
Here, by this now, their solemn procession
Amuses and I giggle: tricksters each but the same as the other.
And as in my first decade I took
My reflection in the looking glass
As variations on a theme following an expected pattern
By fifth decade I reflect the flame not the flicker: perhaps.
4/30 of 30/30 April Poetry challenge