Spirals of bear light
Bare light I am receiving an education: I am being bestowed:
A sweater, a caress, a lunch, a small unnumbered kindness:
The exact day you were born I crowed out with pride
when you crowned an undisputed triumph, an honor none could remove
I am stripping down and howling into the lake of Love.
The day you were born the ivy curled and went on
curling - the sun spoke its own name as always.
The day you were born we remembered you -
there was not a moment of amnesia
about who you are
The day you were born I wept fluid of every color
emptied out of all my plethora of pain
I emptied my pain to be filled by the sight of your face
In my education, I will learn this art of grace