GRUTAS DE COCONÁ

L_caputoby Lorraine Caputo12 Jul 2014

Through you pastel Underworld
I tread
The ground beneath my feet
slick with your earth
slithering across passageways
Above the bats
fly their chirps
echoing
Walls moist with your sweat
solidifying over millennia
into green stalactites
A drop
falls
upon my cheek

An ocean of crystalline waves
frozen flowing
into the next chamber
Rock curtains wavering
in a phantom breeze

Through a narrow channel I pass
emerging above an
emerald pool
into which my Spirit
dives

Embraced by the cool of you,
my Mother
Gently bathed by your waters
I await to reëmerge
from your womb
I await to be
reborn

published in :
In Other Words: Mérida (now: The Merida Review) (May 2012)