Goddess’s Dream - Phyllis Meshulam

[Lawrence Robinson]

Goddess’s Dream



The black new moon of my belly is set
in a crescent of shine, and from it
a boy, a girl will soon come forth,
more or less in my image, of course.

They now are fish-like; may they always recall
their slick gill-slits. Come their time to crawl
may they be tutored by beetles and moles.
Their time to run, likewise by deer and a foal.

May my daughter grow strong as my son
never shoved from her place in the sun.
For I have dreamed of weeping women
and deadly warriors, and have seen

the universe split open, crack into stars:
into Venus, teardrop, blood-drop of Mars.



	- Phyllis Meshulam
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