Soon it will be
One year,
Mom,
Since you died.
365 days:
Your death straddling
The two halves
Of my life.
12 months of mourning,
Travelling, conjoined,
On our continuing
Separate ways.
I will descend
Seven steps down
To once again
Be within
The Womb.
In water, where
All distinctions
Dissolve:
Where inner waters
Reunite with
Those of the upper,
Where I know
You are,
This I will re-gift;
Your waters,
Now mixed
Within mine.
Praise
This container;
Our life-long
“Good-bye”,
Our life-long
“Hello”.
Oh, Alchemy
Of Waters
Rising in
Seven step ascension,
Renew my
Being;
Separate,
With firmament
More steady,
Infused by a heart,
More buoyant.
