The Queen of Atlantis (In Jefferson Square)

Dedicated To Alla Gallagher


I open the door to dawn.


Alone in the park,

Under a gnarled bough

Still filled with night,

A silver-haired woman

Makes beautiful gestures.

She dances a script

That is sculpting the air.


I grant an audience,


For this ballet has consequence.

She raises an arm precisely so,

While bending a knee:

Trees shake with wings,

And birds sing cacophonies.

She rights her limbs to listen,

But a purpose forbids that she smile.


My favor is my time.


Centering strength

By correcting her stance,

She reaches to the heavens,

Unclenching her hands, palms upward:

Light sweeps over the whole of the park.

Tree-leaves glitter.  Birds take flight.

She kneels to apples of gold at her feet.


I open my arms in a blessing of praise,

More royal than a king for having seen–

A poet.


April 7, 2009

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