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.