The song of a half remembered self
is out of body proof of once being there.
Green shoot thoughts
push through my mind's leftovers,
what seemed by day of some import
at night looks trivial.
Red letter days recalled
first hormonal stirrings
childbirth and mothering,
a satellite always circling others.
Along a path of wakefulness
Morpheus at last come creeping,
bringing sweet oblivion.
From Pink Flamingo - New and Collected Poems by Ita McMichael page 98 Impact Printing ISBN 0-948154-446-2
Thursday, 3 July 2008
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