My Own Private Ulysses: Happy Bloom Year!
Happy Bloom Year! It’s the same as Leap Year,
Depending how you define the word ‘same.’
Both provide an extra day on our sphere,
If time-hop-skip-and-jumping is your game.
One’s a Gregorian rounding error,
And one sails backward through the book’s time door,
Named after Homer’s god-cursed seafarer,
And lands in June, Nineteen Hundred and Four.
Bloom’s port calls from a Devil’s Triangle,
Where one-plus-one-is-two does trip and fall,
And from the clock’s anchor chain you’ll untangle,
And free-dive in depths outside of time’s trawl.
With Bloomsday, every year is a Bloom Year,
Have faith, read Joyce, leap from the now and here.
Stay tuned for more sometime sonnets.
Same timeless time, same watery channel.
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