Monday, July 13, 2009


My children have these beautiful legs
I don't know where they came from
(They are a mystery of consummation)

I wake each morning to these
Exquisite limbs crawling me
And wonder how they came to be

When did their eyes grow so blue,
Their legs stretch out so long?
Who are these magnificent creatures?

I didn't know! at twenty-three
That you could crawl from my womb
And grow into my life: Fixed,
Rooted, our legs entwined.


  1. "mystery of consummation" is a great phrase, tell me you coined it

  2. i suppose the phrase is as original as it can be. i fear there is not much written in the English language that is truly original anymore. we tend to merely reflect old light.