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Riding the Light Inside the Wave

water, water,
flesh-cord feeding
taut bundle
of woman’s belly.

the brow of the child
is first to form,
while gills still
pulse in the jostled quiet.

the long sleep
before birth hypnotizes
until a wave of light

the song of falling haze,
veins, translucent

breath, heartbeat
and hunger.
tears and a sometimes
return to the quiet

heart of stars in their cool
pond, bright blankness.
the depths
and the old remembering.

the wave
without the water.

Berkeley, California, 1966

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  • Terry August 20, 2022, 12:31 PM

    Thank you Gerard-

  • PA Cat August 20, 2022, 4:25 PM

    What Terry said.

  • jd August 20, 2022, 4:51 PM

    Beautiful pictures and poem. All from 1966?