An Elegy to Janus – NaPoWriMo #27  Derived from the prompt for
Day 26.  An Elegy to Janus Ianus Geminus has swung shut and
Portus has done his work, locking the seal and signifying an
end: To wars, to all transitions; Cardea groaned in protest as
the doors came to their conclusion, The hinges had stayed open
so long to tell us of the obstacles that stood in our path.  You
looked to the future and the past, oblivious to what was in
front of you, Too entrenched in possibilites and what had been
to see your present place, Transitions weren’t your strong-suit,
even if you presided over them - They came and went and there
you were: somewhere else.  Two-faced, you hid the worse one
often, But it always came out, Janus, and Cardea bore the brunt,
You made the sweetness of the new seem supreme and stretched it
out half a year, But all things rot, Janus, even you, and there
came a day when the fruits became fetid and plunged perilously
from the tree.  You pitied yourself too much, Janus, mourned
losses loudly and deep