Equinox with Alyson Hallett

A workshop with poet Alyson Hallett http://www.thestonelibrary.com on the spring equinox. Letting it sit for a while.

Equinox poem:

It is smelling the temperature

Pad steps pick up, pick round

inside an alcove

Spend it waiting for the one over there, 

Their appearance

Is sliding on a silver line

drawn like gravel on the long slab structure

while, all the while, 

it is simmering,

shimmering blades, lalala flapping their

tongues up there,

at each other

It is balance, it makes for sharp lines

Of clarity, that are so needed 

Right now

Condensing on plastic, jewels,

picked again and trash talks

Well, as one way of picking things up.

Diamonds suspended with white hot edges,

Make patterns,

You wish they weren’t there, 

flying fish,

Grown for me, 

laiden, curated,

A line in between that I needed,

finding it feel it is there 

Again and again, I suppose.