Poetry & Pattern
by Sørina Higgins
The sun and moon pursue each other’s light
across the sky, the month, the year. Their flames
inside my spirit grant me day or night.
Through summer’s ease, through autumn’s flights
of leaving geese, through winter’s frosty pains,
the sun and moon pursue each other’s light.
Good Friday passes; Easter comes in sight;
then Christmas, on the long horizon’s rays
inside my spirit, grants me day from night.
The weather of my psyche wanes in spite
of these: my windowed soul has drawn its shades
as sun and moon pursue each other’s light.
And language, too, is cyclic, patterned, right:
each word’s a bead to string a syntax chain,
the sun and moon are jewels of spoken light,
my spirit gold and silver, day and night.