a little fish inside a bigger fish within a whale of a fish

I ripped three seeds from my womb
before the unforgiven apple from the accursed tree
tumbled off the beaten path
in a death-defying act of courage,
a photograph of me was hanging upside down
in the sepia bowl of earthen flesh

the first was God
and his hand was upon me with the translucent scent
of my freshly-worn face,
I was not yet fully formed
in the greening cubicle of my sheltered awareness,
though I had drowned in a Pangean sea
my spirit was seen swimming towards the light

the second time it happened I awakened
from a lover's unborn dream and knew
the blossoming branch, for I was beholding to another
the sea broke in waves
in the watermark of time, a doe with fallow fawn passed through me
and my heart fluttered with signs of life

inside the revolution
of a newborn sun, the third and last time,
I packed my meager possessions and began the
search for my womb of emptiness,
my truth unborn and still

my soul is the shadowplay of descending light as it
falls through the black plum lace of my heart of hearts
and your poetry is the harpoon that slays me,
choose your words well Love,
lest they lie dormant in my begging bowl and the rainbow
serpent is swallowed like another seed.