Music of Your Birth

whispering, harvest time,
weave of knotted rope
cast over water.
Light outside on treetops,
day's fever,
shifting through its phases
into darkness.
Breath, sound,
cry drowned out
by my own keening,
I don't remember
after it's over, gone
back into the hole
of experience, beyond
our fisherman's grasp.

{"Music of Your Birth" appears in the chapbook Falling Dreams, Finishing Line Press, 2006}