Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Equinox

March 21, spring equinox
a grand affair.

Remember how,
that morning, you woke up
feeling younger and smiled,
while I wondered about
our nest with empty shells
and fleeting bird calls?

You said our spring
would never leave
since you could smell
orange blossoms, but
didn’t two hurricanes,
one after the other,
take down our orange trees
nine years ago?

As to balance,
we’re on a seesaw
tipping either way.
I hide behind
my facts and words,
You hide behind
your imagined luck.