Equinox

We made it through another winter

storms & inundations:

full moon tides & break ups.

The sort that left us lost

crying out on darkened

nights for warmth.

Now the pale sun strokes

a spring horizon & all the planets

turn, just as they always will have done

a vernal equinox.

I walk the tideline flotsam & jetsam

the errata of other lives,

wonder at the strength of tide.

Yes we made it through another winter

but look at all the harm it’s done.