Poet's response to Lao Tzu, Ch. 6

GREAT MOTHER

Both oceans groan

She moves her hips

The continents drift

Two or three volcanoes

Roar into life

She bites her lip

Great waves rise up

To brush the mountain

Tops with kisses

She screams and reaches

To grip my hand, then

Curses, drenched in sweat

I grit my teeth and

Beg her forgiveness

That’s when she

Laughs at me

For being afraid.

- don brennan CH. 6