The world/ whole

when we arrive in air we see our mothers face/ blurred
those hollows of eye and mouth/ those bruised fruits
in the sun/ soft edgeless she speaks our name/ her voice
her moving lips related/ her shape drifts in hems/
nurses margins/ warm ghost / through water she ebbs
over/ over the creek lip/ our eyes without edge see one
body swirl/ taste the warm drops/ learn the shrill cry
is our own/ the smudge of light and dark who dances/
is mother/ tree/ windchime: the world whole: we listen to its warm tomb



(A side note: this is a version created for blogger. B/c blogger would
not honor/translate its true form, i have added slashes to best
mimic the poem that, when allowed, has no slashes, but spaces.)