cycles becoming cycles

My feet grow, heavy swelling

pulsing along the roots of earth

pulling down

the gauze round my limbs, round

the full of my womb

and moon long off

beckons, release! release!

gentle soul, a clear sky will follow

more blue than you believe, release!

I stand naked, start, quickly

the sun sees me

like a fresh child

//

Early still, the first baptism of the year

and death saunters round too

acknowledge her like a holy

chapped sister, I’ve no reason to fear you

Oh, icey waters how you cleanse!

Grateful now am I, after a lifetime

of seaching, to hold all the force

of rebirth, the radiance

of warming skin

in a single plunge

down creek we are swept,

churning, swelling,

release! I sense

at river mouth

I am home

//

“Rattlesnake Dunk”

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