Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Underground
some say she has gone underground
has lived below, in dark caves, in the moist underbelly
her heart beating all these years
waiting
waiting for us to remember
our own wombs
blood rich and fertile
she is the sound of dripping water
she is the sound of mo(u)rning
we breathe her in, her amniotic voice
our own bodies swell
where we know her where
we know her