April 6, 2014
We are looking at a photograph of Shivabalayogi
his smile just as I remember it.
The nipple of his right breast showing through the shawl,
the breast beginning to swell as a mother’s will
Shivabalayogi tells me
every moment this world is both a wedding feast and a crucifixion.
Sometimes I am a baby calling for his Mother
sometimes a Mother whose child was lost
but ready now to be found.