Unity

If you aren’t caught
in their energy you’re
probably dead – all but
anyway; either you flee
the broom or bathe in
forbearance
they chatter resplendently
dialogues entwining, a
natural-as-breathing
instinct of unity
collaborating in duty
shortening the day
Far be it from you to
dishonour this peace, stay
your maleness with grace
let these daughters
of the equinoxes
be your serenity
© 13 July 2010, I. D. Carswell
For my ‘daughters’ Hayley & Sasha