before
life
after life
I stand by the road
and look for a home
-Mirabai
she
had been raised to sing
other people's songs
but in the third morning of the new time
with the wisteria blooming outside her
kitchen window
and the shadow of the earth
about to fall upon the moon
she looked at the sky
the comet had inhabited
saw four geese fly east
heard
the telephone - ringing
the man in her house - running
up circular stairs
calling her name
and
suddenly remembered
the lips of the one who had sworn her
to silence
in dark waters
whispering
----------wait for me
one morning
when the children are gone
--------------------------------------------I'll
call
put
on your brown sandals
----------------wrap
yourself up
in
your tree of life shawl
come
walk with me
to
devil mountain
singing
the song
- - - - - - - -- - - - - - - -- - - -- - -we
were singing before you
were
born-
Copyright
© 2000 by Naomi Ruth Lowinsky