Blue bowls of bamboo Nourished my babies for decades Like chips and seagulls Snatched up and filled Hot, cold, spicy, sour Sweet cereals swimming in milk. Tower over me now Year by year From ruddy babes on breast To ravenous bears with bowls To one day flee To leave this nest Nourished and whole
Years I have dwelt Under earth Tread over head Magnetic anomaly Compass bearing bend
Nights I have glowed Channelling fury Fire of echoes Into soft light For lantern show
Days I have lain Wounded in pain Watching seasons stroll by Blossoms, fruit and leaves Butterly arms surround To soften, to sleep
Till axis shifts away Leaning toward you I am compass I am moth I am fruit Sleep finds me now Wishing and wanting Dreams evade The breadth of years Laid waste
