Kali Ma

In the bushes I lay there dead
like shimmering stardust
melted wax
a sailor’s knot
your face right up close
with eyes wide open
a mouth full of space
and a garland of letters around your waist
the bright sun brings it to light
In the center
the midline between
who I was and
will be
I sat there with the seed in my heart
that never changed
even as my limbs were strewn
amidst the heap of days gone by
you sat there right in front
cheering me on
as I crumbled to
pieces of whole
and cried tears
of infinite sadness
infinite joy
and everything else
in between.

-Written by Marni Sciarof


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