Eleusinian Equinox
Eleusinian Equinox Two equal and opposite days hold sway in the fine mind of the back yard: sun and shade warm stone chill wind decay retreat a flowering. It’s a wedding apparently, and we’re all invited to throw ourselves into the contradictions so that some third being might be formed, some cusp-born possibility. Even though we came in summer willingly, came bearing gifts, we leave in fall, a few hours later, stripped bare, emptied out, newly nameless, orphaned by the rite. S. Robbins, September 22, 2020, from Readings
Sherry Robbins 