Mother's Arms

You haunt me, sweet memory of forgetting,

Dark breeze blowing from a later room

Lethe sea ‘fore me, black black begetting

That listens, all about the present womb.

Pain! We wade through wisps, signs of signs of sign

So waste a sigh, taste chased on risen wind

Forgetting forgot by my flat old mind:

That tub, not full, how all things fallen in.

Just lie me ‘neath the deep, the belly of All,

To feed on the swell, yearning turn of the sea,

Sunken memories, below time and harm;

Nothing moves in this drowned unsoundful hall,

So slowly still: moaning as the day breathes

That I would turn into Mother’s arms.