Abandonment

a poem

Abandonment

I hear a baby wailing 
in the cleft between the mountains 
an abandonment familiar

echoes through the rock of my skeleton 
through my mother flesh, so like the earth 

black bees buzz around me  
frogs sound from balloon throats as I go by

terrain tips my feet
my feet become pebbles in turn 

this child is crying with all it’s might 
its red face could be the evening sky 

could be the tiny flowers 
wide open and calling

its fists describe the word mother in their tight clench 

I see how this baby is wrapped in grasses 
and left beneath a palm 

 (first published in Dreich)

(Pollencia in Mallorca where this poem was written. This was where I did my morning run)