Those Never-Severed Umbilical Cords - Raphael Block

[Lawrence Robinson]

Those Never-Severed Umbilical Cords
 
And I saw a caterpillar just above the green can
wriggling in the air, small and white it swung
on the warm April breeze six feet one way,
a few the other, held by a silk thread
as it inched its way so slow
by our Hurry, got to get this done measure,
on its journey back to its mother 
live oak clothed in shiny brocade. 
Then I saw another twisting 
white one beside it
 
and another and another
and wondered about our journey 
to the source—the times I hold onto it, spiraling 
lightly responding to life’s currents, 
the times I slither blindly 
careening down a path littered with signs 
like “work”, “family,” “nation,” “them-us”, 
perhaps, now and then glimpsing 
those luminous silver threads
that our Mother ceaselessly weaves in us all.

	- Raphael Block
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