Running with Orion

Running with Orion

By Jonathan Bennett

Running with Orion as night begins

And the year’s first full month comes to an end.

We run circles familiar underfoot

To hide from observer’s eyes we’re chasing.

He’s been. He is. He knows. And he doesn’t,

I believe, much the same as I don’t know

What’s up ahead that is so important

It requires icy-cold nights out of doors

When there’s warmth and company waiting

In this, a moment I was running down

On colder nights in a miles-away town.

Sexagesima

Sexagesima

By Jonathan Bennett

Will they drown in this deluge,

Held back so long the clouds broke

In a violent, uncontrolled storm

That has produced this flood?

Have I unleashed on us disease,

Shattering the delicate health

That will lead to the demise

Since you will not seek a healer?

Has my taking pen and pulling

At this delicate cloth’s seams

Set by washing, these threads

Are now ruined and torn?

Does this new ink poured

Into unsuspecting containers

Unprepared for freshness in their skins

Break down, react, and burst?

Should I have restrained,

Refusing a plate at this buffet

Or not partaking of so much

Instead continuing in my long fast?