Wednesday, July 30, 2025

GILDING THE QUOTIDIAN

The water birds sailing 
in search of Byzantium 
are now touching down 
on this flash-flooded town

in search of oases—some 
retention pond of youth, 
some inside-out aquifer 
or impromptu estuary—

like 
Ponce de León,
like Noah’s enervated raven,
like thousands of Parsifals 
burnt out on the quest—

driven by thirst to steal 
rain from gutter puddles
in a soggy pantomime 
of Promethean fire 

or nectar 
from some presently
nigh-uncountable 
overstock remainder 
of Holy Grails.