Today's poem is by Robert Gibb
Finally, today, I found some
In the boggy margins of the creek,
Green caps belling upwards
Into the spring profusions,
The sopping ground around them
Littered with last year's debris.
When your water broke, that second
Time, flooding the bedroom floor,
You were already into labor,
Pelvis fissuring, the deep cleft
Of your body unfurling its clamped
Rhythmic spasms. There too
I could feel the planet gathering
Beneath my feet, the way
The deaf feel music in their bones.
Such flexed, slow florescence!
All through the delivery
You gasped and splayed, opening
For that blood-covered bulb.
This February I looked for them
Melting their slender chimneys
Where the sun's granular dazzle
Lit the remaining banks of snow.
I dreamt of them as storm clouds
Massing warm spring rains our way.
And of that lotus of a body
Lifted above its waters, umbilical
Flashing like a long, wild root.
Copyright © 2012 Robert Gibb All rights reserved
from The Empty Loom
The University of Arkansas Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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