Mayday
May Day. Blossom, buds and garlands
pale girl with flowers in her hair
stately, solemn: Queen of the May
May Day. Dancing weavers patterned the pole
not Priapus but axis mundi: lightning rod for joy:
timeless village green.
May Day. The countryside teeters – winter’s peril behind
harvest toil ahead. On this day
relief and glee meet for a drink.
May Day. When you could draw a line
from fields to your plate, larder:
Feel each season’s turn in your belly.
Mayday. What an outing! Dancers spin
untethered from the wisdom of an earth’s turn:
Are we too late to reconnect?
