Poems for Family and Friends 40
Margaret: Three Movements, cont.
As time runs on, and stars descend
from dark to day, you realize
your journey is not one, alone,
but an insistent leitmotif
that flows in perfect counterpoint
to every journey ever gone.
And finally you understand
the whole is one unending song:
a slow cantata, If you will,
that floods the ocean floor with love,
and all of love's imaginings.
your life begins:
anemones
Suddenly,
explode like stars, and from their deep
vermilion tombs, the blue, confused expectant bones
of indigo conquistadors are climbing toward you,
starved for air, are poised like Degas,
balanced there.