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Monday, May 15, 2023

Love is the Only Entrance (a poem)

At Central Carolina Community College
Creative Writing Program, October 2015
[Ashley Memory: Exploring
the Joys of Creative Writing
]
By Ralph Earle

[First published in The Way the Rain Works (Sable Books, 2015) and originally published here on May 15, 2018 by permission of the author.]

We descend into the rocky womb-like cave
where Zeus’s mother kept him secret from
devouring gods until his time arrived.
Our guide gives us candles. Later
we discover Eleusis, of the mysteries,

ourselves the only pilgrims scorching at
this non-attraction of withered stone.
At the heart of the oldest excavation,
mystery within mystery, nests the small
pit of the altar where the miracle
took form. We pray our life will turn out right.

Our child is conceived under constellations
named for warriors, monsters, children sacrificed.

Descending into our own Greek tragedy,
my wife takes the narrow path down
into her cave of recovered memories. Helpless
in the sunlight, I shout encouragement.
Will her guides mutter what she needs
to hear? Will candles light the mystery?

My mind is dark and spacious as the cave.
Love is the only entrance to that scar.

The midwife checks the fetal monitor.
Suiting up, methodical, the doctor
admits it’s an emergency, but one
he will control. Our son is born all right
and stays all right. I hold him in the dim
disordered anteroom, watching his eyes

until she wakens, like the time she woke
to harbor lights at Kos, our blanket spread
on gravel and oleander by the sea.
The sun rose on the coast of Anatolia
across a nameless channel no boats crossed.


Copyright © 2018, 2023 by Ralph Earle

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