the swim through the Deluge

before many years

when Jesus counted

days until deluge

I swam out from

my mother‘s womb

 

I was pretty child

I had big eyes

thank heavens that I couldn‘t see

 

of course I had hands

I grasped fear‘s

whiff

in mother‘s breathing

 

I had legs

but I didn‘t run

 

the bridge fell down

colums couldn't hold it

we had to swim

where were colder

 

we never come back

 

- Don‘t pour my birth, Sky

  I don‘t believe in you

 

in the middle of October

mother smiled at me from

the deep.

Reviews

[Drifting Blue]

As one who loves biblical imagery, this was a feast for me. I love all the tie ins you pull off here, messiah, flood, creation, baptism. This is a wonderful poem with a hint of whimsy. I love the ending, mother smiled at me from the deep.