I

alone at the bottom of the pool is a heaven,
watching the moon shine through the water

while memory: faded, gentle, spooky
bellows from giant bowls.

up and down the world wobbles
like a green potion in a bird’s belly,

mimicking the industry of tiny worms
which burrow through the pomegranate seed,
the entire apple a planet.

II

Persephone, I love you;
I sip my spirits in your name.

I know you understand the tearful exit from Spring,
yet rule justly in subterranean darkness

until the poppies blossom and the bees
dust their delicious bodies against them,

glittering sorrowful patches of grass.
all the while your darling daemons

howl their pleasures and their griefs
for their master, your infernal king,
far below the daisy canopies.