The North Star
by Gabriel Cassidy
There is an impenetrable force
That binds us together.
You in your cradle,
And me In my cupboard.
From this angle,
I can see your fate.
The long hair flowing heedlessly into the
Unforgiving shipwreck.
Poseidon’s mistress.
We cursed the land and
Returned to the clouds.
Hurtling towards the North Star,
We glimpsed God and
All Her inhibited wisdom.
The rhythmic African drum beats
Echoed ceaselessly upwards,
Ricocheting off memories of
Perturbed silences and
Hostile encounters.
We responded with our own
Brand of Latin pop and
Succame to the inquisition
Of our Irish ancestors,
Dancing atop the moonlit
Churches in which they were
Ordained.
Dawn reaches us and
Illuminates our stationary posture.
The curtains draw to a
Close on our rendition
Of the play we never finished Hush!
Hush enchanted one.
For God weeps and scorns
Loud beauty.
Parva Columba,
In arbore,
Mea semper eris.