Maydays

i ran spring air
along canals of mud,
peat and mystery

the loud voices of meridian hours,
and meridian years of our parents
would keep us safe:

at a distance past the dog fence,
in the circle pool and,
along the sphagnum canals.

i loved each and everyone of those places,
but it was only in the canals where i magnified.

there i was a frog, leaping towards
evenings of water choirs.
i was the setting sun
still eager to run towards june,
the equinox.

there i was a leech, that transformed
horror into healing,
lowness into relief
and doubts into summer.