Yoheved
GYJ
take out these wonderings from ointment of faint surprise
how mothering you, she opens garments of love to sharp infinity
despite herself-
and time - it ravels on like a drunken man, uncertain these days
if he is drunk or mad
or both-
and stillness - we say we like it - but in that corner
before thoughts take root
we visit ourselves alone, poorly searching a love
we labored so hard to keep
we lost it in the sweat-
grasping empty-handed silence
more elusive than the first flash of light
in a baby's eyes after birth-
as kicking against a basket she drops to notice
how hands releasing her to wilder rivers knew well
the ways of men, more violent than
currents and deltas and Egypt's random shores.
so look past these wonderings, like flies on trust-
that saved you once and will again
if you would find the willessness to
surrender in this rite of passage
to the unwelcoming sea.
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