New England Winter, Eclipse -- Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti

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New England Winter, Eclipse

New England will leave you cold.
Winters raw, summer brief; just enough for the heart’s thaw.
One equinox slips quickly and quietly to the next
like so many ribbons about a maypole;
sun sun moon moon – eclipse.
The children clap to see such disappearance;
revel in the midday twilight while the grown-ups look through strange boxes,
regard portals to the universe, mysterious and dark as my heart.
They watch it pass without comment.
Three minutes of me; this is all, this is all.
Come now to brisk Autumn.
Watch us as we fall through timeless space.
Someone told me, The future is indefinite.
He said, Parallel lines meet like lovers lying down,
commingling at last, they give up the fight against true love.
Now I know – such things are better left in the abstract.
Those lines running infinitely toward an ever-receding horizon.
That’s my kind of math.
That’s my kind of love.
That’s my kind of future.
Definite variables repeating in predictable patterns.
I write this as I bend to your cosign.

~Sadi Ranson-Polizzotti