The Equinox is here. Fleeting, precarious, balance. Can you feel it?
To acknowledge the Autumnal Equinox, a poem from Gwendolyn MacEwen, who is one of my favourite Canadian poets. Here is one of my favourite of her poems circa 1969. I think it captures our move from light into darkness perfectly. If you enjoy it, you should buy something she wrote.
I have come to possess your darkness, only this.
My legs surround your black, wrestle it
As the flames of day wrestle night
And everywhere you paint the necessary shadows
On my flesh and darken the fibres of my nerve;
Without these shadows I would be
In air one wave of ruinous light
And night with many mouths would close
Around my infinite and sterile curve.
Shadow-maker create me everywhere
Dark spaces (your face is my chosen abyss),
For I said I have come to possess your darkness,