The doors between the worlds at equinox
declare themselves. A perfect stretch of day
matches a perfect stretch of night, & the fissure
of equipoise at the doors you cannot unlock
widens. Wake up. Watch the pitch of time display
hour by hour its equal pressure
till the double doors open on otherwhere.
You are brought twice a year to this choice or chance,
once for darkness rising once for light
both for luck to claim locality & stare
at star-pivots: at earth’s gates yield & balance
& you might go might stay toward day toward night
or might be still & bear to hear where it flocks
the otherness that always outside spins and knocks.