Motherbeing

The tree is mother to the leaves

Vine mother to the grapes 

Rhizome mother to the iris

The philosopher said mothers are our social scapegoats

read parts of The Bald Soprano out loud from his stage

He minced up and down 

wove the spell of the absurd into the room

Revealed the Mother is an Earth power She seizes control to reshape some random outcome

into a work of art and 

*Pay attention here*

her mother’s intent 

her power is the cast in hardstone 

opposite of indifference

Herewith I embrace this quality

Humbug to the attitude mothers must love unconditionally 

Whoever thought that up probably keeps a vial of fairy dust on hand

Believes you can think away cancer

No

there is truth in the world 

let us call her the Iconic Mother

she leans into the good 

crafts the best possible outcome

from the tissue of happenstance 

No cream puff pastry woman 

to be consumed at your leisure

partaking of her generosity of giving herself away 

Iconic Mother is the roots deep to the

groundwater fed hardwood you

child are the leaves attached by her lifeforce 

If you were robbed of her

too soon to have memories of her voice and touch

know she is here in the breeze

caress of ocean on soft sand

force of waves

fury of the storm 

delicacy of flower petal

If you have discarded her from your life

her earth being not a match to your measure

my own heart twists on that barbed wire for both of you

To every transgression there is not a single solution

to many bizarre turns there is no return

We move forward only 

let eyebrows shrug

close hands around those memories we ourselves choose

or make

the heart bends to the songs we sing the heart

does not know the difference 

between remembered 

and shaped from our fears or wishes

nor does the soul 

#mothersday