The carnal can be the carnival ride
That rides fast and high, tumultuous,
Barely any barriers barring wide
And sudden swings, shifts; simply sumptuous,
Especially at night, the lights bright, tied
To plunging and soaring steel tracks, a rumpus
Of gasps and screams; this skewed, inner compass,
Needing true north, balance, a confident stride.
Beyond the festive fence a new set of gates,
Sterling and luminous, beckoning me,
A place of light and newness, precious first dates,
The map prewritten, its course, a River Lee
Through my soul, deepening to where awaits
The everlasting, Holy Trinity.
Gary Edward Geraci