I am having to do this here alone. No one to tell me when the ocean will begin. I came to explore the wreck. The words are purposes. The words are maps. I came to see the damage that was done and the treasures that prevail, the drowned face always staring toward the sun. This is the place and I am here, the mermaid whose dark hair streams black, carrying a knife, a camera, a book of myths in which our names do not appear. -Adrienne Rich, Diving Into the Wreck.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
If it were Father Earth
If it was Father Earth would it stop this/ Was Father Oak below
Greatfather Moon/ His speckled kingdom/ Would it stop
this bone drill of oceans deep/ If Father salt Father sea
If boyfish glinting along faults/ Where Father Quake cracks
open/Melts us down/If his firepot would steam us new