her finger pricked on the spindle
karma's bill writ from two bodies
joined to make one
grandmother wisdom spells this
piper's melody writ in blood inheritance
ancestor's song : how do you sing it?
are you in tune with the rabbit in your moon (love is near)
in what sky hangs the constellation of your heart
there is a time for sleep a time for waking
a time for rest a time for making
a time to bless give thanks forsaking
and let us drive our thumbs through cruelty's eye sockets
and let us forsake nightmare's scorpions and tongues of jealousy
and let us trim the hedges of their thorns (love is near)
no kiss from some ambitious prince seeking to win her kingdom
she woke by an internal clock naught to do with
petty white picket fences 401k's corner offices or babymaking
the drink poised to drop from his hand (love is near)
the land of death in birth and birth in death
she rubs her eyes to get the crust of sleep out