THE CALCULATED LION


In this planetary wilderness,
from lost lights and landscapes,
I draw the untuned syllables.

With steady care,
I finally tune them
and thereby formulate
a poem's equation.

It is a medicine for melancholy.
It is a mouth of mist
that sings a greenly-cargoed song.

It is counterpoint
that maps a moment.
It is a calculated lion
that stands here
with its head held high,

imposing itself,
like dawn's luminous arch,
against a dark and windy sky.