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.