into the wind it went so not a leaf
now when leaves are yellow? Some bird
unknown, a newfound cave in Celebes
where a woman with a long slim hand
(an Air hand we palmists say) pressed
her hand against the wall forty
thousand years ago and calcite covered it
so we can feel her touch still, long
pinky slender thumb, so prone to love
and art, that other wonder thing.
Was she our mother? Too many
questions I ask, keep asking. Where
are the answers I used to tell?
