change therapy

for this mothers day, some poems i’ve written over the years:

mother of the centre

mother of the centre,
black madonna,
spirals around herself –
invisible and solid
iridescent and opaque
invincible and weak
irresistible and stark
irreverent and pious –
and dances: she is a dervish queen!
the dust that swirls around her feet
adores her.

mother haiku

waking up again
she cries; it’s a cold, cold night.
her mother holds her.

moon mama

. moon mama
……… in the sea
… show her teeth
………..… wide grin
stars mirrored in those
……………….. wide ivory mama tusks

.. and when she burps
the fish laugh

(image by parag sankhe)