A child wakes before dawn crying Mama, mama Every cry her name Every name his breath: Breathing in, he breathes her in Breathing out, he exhales her: The cry of I’m alive: Want was will wait when Now how he has here: His mouth fills with what is A cry an inarticulate sigh As the …
an open hand that lets the spirit fly
No ploris per mi mare, plora amb mi.
Don’t cry for me mother: cry with me.
we talked, so often
I thought I was alone.
My day began when your sun fell.
Music destined to lift me up, bodily, and carry me south of the equator, to land in a lush, humid, warmly jostling life.
The broad sheet billows and embraces wind.
The mind feels no wind.
if a man forgets he was a child…
“… only perchance remembrance breaks the heart”
I admit it attracted me