How to Hold Quicksilver

It’s dawn. The dwarf narcissi and iris are out. The white crocus I planted last September is flowering. But I have such a sore throat this morning you would have thought I had been quaffing vitriol in my dreamtime. Meanwhile, the weather is blustery. There was rain overnight. I probably need to have a traditionally restful Sabbath. But, as my dear husband told a friend he bumped into in the supermarket yesterday morning, “Since she started writing a poem a day, nothing happens in our house until it gets written!”

May today prove restful for you, too! May we all be well! And may there be a bit of poetry.

In the meantime, poetry practice…

How to Hold Quicksilver

The thermometer glass
shattered
and its elemental being
scattered
like ball bearings
just not all one way.

They got away
everywhere all at once
a sunburst.

Hermes is truly god-like
in every sense
of the catechism's
definition
of God.


A solid enough
elemental presence,
but fleet as wings,
or hope, yet not
evanescent.
It's moodily
inscrutible,
a being completely
bewildering.

How can you hold
quicksilver?
How can you hold
that man-god
who made you
fall in love?


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