A River Lee

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