August 16, 2000
I read in the paper (Science Section)
I'm not the only one who's sad (famine
flood acts of terror not sufficient news)
But some are sad, I mean really down as
Leaves, down as the sun at six o'clock.
Such the season. Pineal glands read
Our brains the message. First off
The sun fails, then BurgerKing, HoJo's,
Subway systems coast to coast. It's all over
The day nudists put their pants on and head home.
Scientific reassurance counts for something:
I'm not a throwback to Roman times when those who
Never heard of melanin knew by plumbing lead in their bones
Bad times were coming despite olive crops piled like
Pumpkins on the docks.
When daylight yields that extra precious slice
of Light returning what joyful noise they and I
Raise to our several gods. Science announces
Winter Solstice 3:00 A.M. but surely my grateful brain
Looked with its inner eye past the astronomers
And saw with satisfaction crowds of strollers
parade their starry shoes around the circle
of heavenly squares in summer.