He is a lonely swimmer.
His deep waters breathe
where deep green plants

Drift and tangle
the shallow pool
out of timid torpor.

Under the surface— oh-
man child of the future
glides through ripples of

Rancor, rides the moonlit present
— salt of seaweed, womb water,
that rings around our breasts.

Sweet lava love, ah innocence!
White foam of Ocean Mother
in each tiny salty bubble

Such sacred newborn pearls
emerge into the velvet brown
realm of danger, darkness,

And the silent treachery of
a hippo’s swells of flesh
his mendacious eyes.

Isis! Help! They are swirling
pits of tar. A surge, and yellow
incisors thrust just above

The ankle of the child, delicate
and poised with trust. So this
is how the sunlit future meets

The beast of past, and hearts
hasten to hear the harrowing in
that head. I unbend and carry

You, treasure, to the mountains air
where falling stars surround pain
and fresh water from heaven’s

Fountain dispels the bloody flow
into the spiral of the karmic wheel.
releasing us from rage and hurt.

You are the One we’ve been waiting for.