Late Mother's Day Poem

May 13, 2012 Mother's Day
I would be as one --whose word...

condemned to death as Lorca
driven bound, 1936... or --

was his body yet free
over dirt roads beyond reach of


light


I stutter -- fumble for ?
not only what is -- now -- & once & then

but the immense immeasurable distance


transit of light


cannot -- for all that, overcome
the failure of common speech -- as paradigm


for there is no other -- moon
rock torn from the bowels of the earth

our dead Mothers -- all of them
with tongues of amethyst and dung