A Poem for May Day

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close up photo of purple lilac flowers

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Here is a poem for May Day/the festival of Beltane.  May the spring be upon us!

Perfect Time of Lilacs

in this perfect time of lilacs,
with the sun over the rooftops
shining on the dew & the tulips,
& spring mud squishing underfoot,
I hear birds & bullfrogs calling,
calling me to explore
in this perfect time of lilacs.

 calling, calling all boats to lift anchor,
to float on high tides
& give their trust to the river.
born in the world of shadows, incubating
lies a serpent’s egg, a coyote’s whisker –
hidden in the shade of willow-leaves on water,
floating with the tadpoles down the endless river,
& calling, calling all boats to lift anchor.

 the crescent moon’s cradle slung on the horizon
full of the mayflies of twilight
& the questions of evening,
thickets & shadows pull me in,
& I turn from their world, in spite of my knowing
that shadows are where the key might be hidden,
the crescent moon’s cradle slung on the horizon.

 which fears hold me back, which fears should I conquer?
I float at the edge, where I know & I don’t know,
& like a rock-face blocking the river, fear rises
& the question becomes how far do I venture,
where is the turning & is there a ladder,
questions come spinning, tumbling out of all motion,
they become their own motion, fighting the river –
which fears hold me back, which fears should I conquer?

 in this perfect time of lilacs,
calling, calling all boats to lift anchor,
the crescent moon’s cradle slung on the horizon –
which fears hold me back, which fears should I conquer
in this perfect time of lilacs?

© Helen Iacovino