Om, or Lilac Before the Urn

In the evergreen house

plump babies are sleeping.

A woman who is not

my mother modestly

guards against evil.

 

Nana, you are before me.

 

Time carries me away

and it eases me back.

 

Somehow I still

carry the persistent

peace of beginning.

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