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
obliterates
the song of falling haze,
blue-red
veins, translucent
skin,
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
Gerard Van der Leun
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Thank you Gerard-
What Terry said.
Beautiful pictures and poem. All from 1966?