Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Jupiter

Imagine dipping, by Jove,
into the energy
of a deep crystal glass
as its wine seduces
and the vivid bands play
a celestial tune
since the helix of light
gyrates in and out of the
dark somber rings,
feeling guilt and strength
at the same time.
Then, messengers from
many moons
and significant dreams,
seek out…me,
a woman so resolutely antique
rising from her fetal position
to a slow dance back into
her unknown origin.