Finding the Complex Roots of Unity

Tu ne quaesierisscire nefas

Today's loop touches on the mountain's base.
Past fallen redwood pickets there's a spring
That spills a rusty water, reeking sulfur.
Blue darning needles cling to spears of grass

A butterfly called California Sister,
Rising in its numbers, in May air,
Suggests the promise, still unbroken,
Of everlasting life my grandpa spoke of

One Sunday, taking care I should know
"Confession cleanses the soul,"taking my hand
When my sins were still few, walking me down
A beach in Oregon. Of that time

The beach remains, maybe a little changed.
Now, keeping faith with him I break my vow
Of poverty of hope, as I allow
Myself just one, spare and pared down

Don't waste your time askingwe're not to know

And make my way with other souls
Through air, as though on frail wings, toward home.


Poems by Jamie Irons:

On Hearing, But Not Seeing, a Cardinal
A Second Reading of The Book of Tea
Celestial Mechanics and the I
Mowing the Field, I Spare Convolvulus,
Blue-Eyed Grass, Wild Iris, Wild Hyacinth
Spring Equinox Spent at Planned Parenthood
Fourteen Lines for Elijah by the Sea
Motion in Three-Space, Motion in the Plane
Beautiful River
Finding the Complex Roots of Unity
After the Shipwreck, Crawling Back to You
The Calculus of Variation Holds

TIMES TEN: An Anthology of Northern California Poets