Spirals of Time
~ Unicorn Horn ~
Sonnet 1

The time spiraled path is a unicorn horn
Where will you ever catch meaning?
On the coil or the point will the past be reborn
Yesterday, full of sweet greening

Will you walk to tomorrow on crystalline stairs
That twist in a wind that will crack
Will you dance to next Thursday on gossamer air
Knowing you can never come back?

The spinning path is wreathed and sweet honeycombed
And some lovers are so cleaver
That as down the sinuous path they have roamed
They spun off the point forever

Step on to the whorl
Into bleached bones and pearl


Edwina Peterson Cross