Phylogeny

 

Once when I was swimming

upstream

in the long ago

before I had learned

phylogeny repeats ontogeny

in the long ago,

Father my dad in his glowing

brought the heavens to earth

in the graceful hug of sky and skin

In the long ago,

and Mother, in her quivering longing

a bird momentarily quieted in his arms

in the long ago,

before I was smaller than a pine nut

in the forest of creation

before I knew anything about

phylogeny repeats ontogeny

was creating self and soul of the species and such

in the new night sky.

Now the looming light

in the wordy forest

“How   I long to enter the long ago,

and be one with sky and skin,

and as one with those kin”