Jan/Feb 2010 Poetry |
The Great Mother Has No Face
For Wislawa Szymborska
Do you believe in rebirth?
the goat asked the stone as they lay
by the river taking in the noonday heatgoat and stone
stone pillowing goat
goat protecting stoneriver gently flowing past
future meeting in the middle of yesterdaystone turns to goat, were we family before
we knew each other?goat contemplates for a moment,
we've known each other before God
existed, before the creation of moons,
I am blood, you are bone—