The Great Hall in Love

Over the crossroads of the town,
The traffic lights went up and down
From red to green and green to red,
Routine of a Christmas long since dead.
Founded in snow, this hall stood great
With no event to celebrate.
It’s heart was nearly out of fuel.
Then winter gave you back to school.
The locks tumbled passionately in the doors,
The building opened on all floors
And let you in so gladly that
Metaphors danced where prose once sat.
Inspired, the windows watched God grow
A June on the blankness of the snow
Of gold hawkweed, blue chicory,
Red clover, and green timothy.
The blinds themselves began to see.
Clocks began telling eternity.
Whatever God was thinking of,
The blackboards wrote to you, their love,
And all the questioning classrooms knew
Somehow their answers arrived at you.
Since you came back, three weeks have gone
And all this still is going on:
Wherever your comely figure moves,
The building knows and it approves.

–February 12, 1977

(“The Great Hall in Love” was published in the October 2005-March 2006 issue of Small Brushes, Allamuchy NJ.)

Published on February 4, 2007 at 5:56 pm  Leave a Comment  

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