Poetry looked down and saw one
Belly dancing on a dark night.
She did not know he watched her from a moonbeam
And took her for his slave girl
Until she felt his golden shackles on her ankles.
Poetry looked up and saw one
With a tear-stained face
Looking down on the water.
She washed her face with his wet kisses
And felt his torc close round her neck.
Poetry saw another,
Upon whose shoulders was borne
Burdensome expectations of others,
Unfold his clenched fist to catch a mushroom
And wonder at the handcuff.
Poetry directs their songs,
Conducts his symphony of spheres.