I.
It is said,
gently,
that body
tucks herself
under spirit’s
awning / thrums like
heart water, clayed
knowing / an ontology
of undressed
eyelids / & its
said, softly,
that body
constellates / fruits
into animal,
a rivered
touching / holds
her mother’s hand
like
rain
II.
Body worships
the soul of
a bird / dreams herself
into winter / sleeps
on wombed
breathing, the arc
of distancing / body
remembers / her heart
goes with you / her heart
goes with
river
III.
Flesh
nurses pulse
in a valley of
music / migrates for
mountain / migrates
into mountain / how
mountain, as
mother, melts
slow / how
mountain, as
mother, is palmed with
warming / holds
her daughter’s hand
like
rain