The Sap is Rising
The spring of time has sprung and/The sap is rising in the maples
Though it’s still freezing at night/The cold makes maple syrup sweet/just right
I’m not making up my mind
I balance on the slackline between twitchy Angst
And white/pink/ blue blooms/That chase away the gloom
Balance is all; it makes us human and kind
My neighbour is out and about
In the sweet sunshine/a God stripped to the waist
Wielding tools and taut muscles/He makes/ a table in excellent taste
The sap is rising in him make no mistake
Spring is recursive like the Julia Set/clearly female
Airy graceful and coy/if you pursue it you will/ encounter joy
In a set of equations even if you’re bad at math
As I am/it is/A many branched beauty you can tap
Like birch branches when the sap/Is rising
I’m getting good at this/balancing act
This recognition of where to put what and when
Everything nicely ordered and taut like a harp string
Now we can make music and sing
The sap is its own immersive thing/Always rising/a spring of joy in doomy times
And that’s my beautiful fact