Annus / Versus

If you, in a park / peal spiritual

let me come running – opal streak

& the sky grieves its sun-

oracle foretelling, & the sky

rejoices simply being. If dizzy

like flowers let there be pollen,

at least between my growth &

diminution – with each turning

I long frightfully to know: why

any passage / any sea-change

at all:       the penances the costs

stored up inside my history stamp

of guilt. I crawl to cordon off

to refocus on: steep grade. Stream

of the evident love / the animal

underneath. I drown for a swear:

worry the question & quit

the contrary – begging the cycle

to hold me suspended / suspiring

at the ever-cleansing threshold.