I slipped into the water to find my soul

mirrored in the well of my belly

So this is where the scryers went, I thought,

to the stones heaved out of the body

of the Mother. Hands chiseling the hollow

to her womb. I could see time

collapsing inside of me. My eyes peering

to find the umbilicus, weaving the thread

that joins the memory of rocks to bone

My mouth tasted the salt of blood

Her water, also mine

and I knew home through the risen

mound. The pull of life forever

rocking the beat of her heart

and the self, never lost

bathed in love