Behind the waterfall,
into the longing, the roar
of water at the center of the world
down into deep folded grooves
of ancient life, down to the roots
I sink. Through elemental ooze, I
stretch into the night-flow,
find my raw under-skin, open my mouth.
Where the tears of the world outpour
we entwine, form-re-form
in placental embrace.
Ever birthing, re-birthing
mother, child.
We are this up-stretching trunk,
this down-flow that returns to itself:
You abide within the depth of my root.
I dwell within the fold of your branches.
Published in “The Best of Burlington Writers Workshop” 2014
ISBN-10: 0989070913; ISBN-13: 978-0-09890709-1-1
