nly a child, Mother begat a child
just days after the unwoven ribbons
of painted maypoles writhed like serpents, wild,
foretelling when he would swing like a gibbon
through the house while Mother remained grounded,
skipping final chapters of bildungsroman:
out of middle school, to a well-rounded
adult, transformed by the belly swollen,
parental. The colicky babe blessed
with a caretaker born under Cancer
settles in the soft heartbeat of the breast;
the flower unravels like a dancer.
The cosmic archetype plays out local;
ends begin with mother and child focal.
*[ WSB ].
he thousand words in the Tharpe-Heezen map
of the seafloor argue for jigsaw crust;
a tattered softball, pieces of skin wrapped
and Frankenstein-stitched where the ridges thrust
up, or sometimes overlap in trenches
cut during many an inning out back,
a global picture of fiery edges:
where orange magma bubbles fade to black
basalt mounds when converging plates buckle
or subduct back into melt, underground;
or rifts cause continents to drift around —
the boundaries dynamic, in tussle.
Mountains rise and fall; oceans spread, recede;
volcanoes, earthquakes, and geysers: repeat.
*[ WSB ].