Leo

You were here before me, Leo:

father and my son.

I see your circle as it shines

through sunny haze—

a large unbroken circle

that encloses all my days.

I come and go, dear Leo,

in a world below

your arcing rainbow.

I am lost and won.

I walk this passage in-between.

I’m seen, unseen.

But you are luminous,

enormous, porous

and surrounding name.

Your single flame

warms both my hands,

my either side

on this cold passage

through an age

where everyone was born

before they died.

Not you, my Leo:

here before me and long after,

fiery constellation,

father and my son.