Spring equinox

Spring — time to stand a raw egg on its end

Los Angeles Times, 20 March 2012

On such a pivotal moment as this, the date of your birth

(put off already a day for Saint Jude)

surely the absence of bunting, of incense, of chanting,

of licentious revelry means, well, something?

Stasis, they say, pervades the equinox: needles and pins

stand erect, your stories stand scrutiny;

the scales of justice balance, your bank account, too;

your slippers are where you left them, your bed undisturbed.

Celebrate then the start of the second half of something great,

a moment of perfect symmetry, life and loss in equal measure,

be it half a lifetime . . 52 down, the same to go;

or half a marriage . . you’ll buy her rubies yet;

or a half-dug hole . . you’ll dig into your eighties

   before your bed . . is made.

(c) 2012 Slush Poet