THE BLOOMING OF SIGNIFICANCE

Whenas in silks the Department of Reviews

and Rebukes sends you its assessments

of your late performance, implex

with invective as a stick bug in a grass ball,

and unlike the false tangents of the dream dialectic

at play beneath the surface stream,

these stun us with an aptitude for pointed

shadows, fanciful descriptions and polyphonic

narrative, the prayer book’s rainbow-colored text —

turn the monstrous page of light to the blinding

sonnet addressed to Cyriack Skinner.

It will be through a dismal series

of sureties and half-sensed, fleeting

premonitions, tender and light

and blossoming among the apparitions,

through notional prospects, the uninhibited

wind, that we will fall back upon ourselves,

upon what seemed like meagre resources

but which now seems a quenching plenitude. 

(continues)