You hugged your beliefs through the phases
of the moon, until adolescence spun
you onto whirling casements
where solemn magicians
fertilised fish eggs with newts ...
a gulf helped you navigate strange
nocturnal passages where you discovered
wonder under hedges from mimicry's
primordial stash.
You, the only wanderer in Golgotha
without a partner, in the garden near the pool
as the bronze statues of dancers hide.