Neruda's Fountain

Its mouth gurgles
Gregorian chants -
no half notes
or quarters
or sixteenths
but from its bowels
steady-flowing
vowels
leaking, laughing
over stones
shaped and
smoothed
by eons' incarnations
of seas and sands.

Its loins sing
and hiss
the hymns
of cells,
and tissue
their issue
rained softly
into the soul
cosmos songs
haltingly hurled
clear of the
grasp and snarls
of life.

Its heart beats
its bloody rhythm
ticky ticky tick
slither slidey slip
pushing pushing
gushing gushing
up and over
edge to edge
it's relentless surge -
so that heart and mind
ease their edgy throb
slowing, staying, stilling
whispering, sighing, filling
emptying, and restoring.... peace.

Dedicated to Pablo Neruda

07/24/2001

Posted on 09/01/2002
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