(Poem) The Mother Lode of Memory by Mary Saracino

Ancient Olive Tree, Sardegna, by Mary Saracino

From the deep vein of memory

my blood sings your name

my bones recall the seed

from which all things began

planted in the ochre chambers of caves

the curvaceous lips of conches

the generous mouths of sustaining rivers

the feathered limbs of ravens, owls, heron, swans

the inviolable trunks of ancient oaks and

olive trees, cyprus, almond, fig

persimmon, lemon, coconut

the scent of lavender and rue

the sweetness of saffron, rosemary, honey

the shimmering bodies of salmon

perch, tuna, rainbow trout

the ebony arc of the orca’s dorsal fin

the vibrant dust of distant stars

the dark universe of cosmic consciousness

the mother lode of cellular memory

as clear as a diamond, as shimmering as an opal

that menstrual chamber of life

unfurls like a fern’s frond

newly born in spring


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