now I know
now I know why
sounds are born from the belly
when death and birth join hands
in a round dance circle
I am alone but held by the heat.
I am drawn to you I’m scared I want to cry out
in agony of losses. a sound collects in my throat
like rain in clay pots, bursting in movement and sound.
let there be sound of death and birth at the same time.
the hot wind licks my body, licks
the rustling grasses on the hill where I watch you drift by
I want to hold you the way the swelter holds me.
the moss-green bush,
the muddy green river meet at the edge.
and I want
to reach out and make love to it
like I want
to reach out and make love to you
when you walk through my door.