Poem 56: The Caul

unborn me
unborn river
dark ribbon cold
ribbon wood tree
lean over to me
unborn living
unborn waiting
you speak
the heron strikes
the river shudders
the caul is pierced
quickened to fragments
of rippling sun
waking me
daystream girl
birth love
birth rite
morning white
morning light
lifted day
to the cradle
night rocking warm
as gladly now
waking this seeing
has sight
and loving you
for this, watches
silver bound blue
the restless shadows
follow
the herons flight