HAIKU 108

In the beginning:
we were united in death,
till life us did part.
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Eve, (revised with two extra verses)

Out of unconscious,
she defines herself –
a cell wall staking out a translucent edge
within, and against, the particle swirl.
And, by passing on, our line of life begins
splitting to the rhythm
of sun-beat, season, epoch…

Until, much changed,
we find places where the sea
sweeps up the steaming hardness
and crawl,
flipper-clumsy,
gills-straining,
into the unknown…

Far down the line, a woman,
hair sweat-matted, waters broken,
doubles in tightest stretch and screams inside out
at the cutting edge of the long night
and our blood-slimy, mitochondrial, ancestor
inches onto the foot-packed mud,
and breathes her first air…

And we, her descendants,
cradling the ancient push for separation,
follow the arch of cliff against sea,
and cross over,
into a new unknown,
leaving the dark continent
of our birth…

And out across all continents on the maternal sphere.
We forage first her surfaces,
then cut skin to plant,
then break open her rock tombs of ancient deposits.
thirsty for the stolen fruit,
and hug our brief fires, and stare with growing alarm
at the wasting sun…

Perhaps then we find a way:
-delving deeper back into the particle,
testing the limits of time, and our understanding,
to launch our womb star-ships:
Up, up, away from Eden,
our children pass,
into space…

Eve

Out of unconscious
she defines herself –
a cell wall staking out
a translucent edge
within, and against,
the particle swirl.
And, by passing on,
-our life begins-
splitting to the rhythm
of sun-beat, season, era..

…Later, much changed,
we find places where the sea
sweeps up the steaming hardness
and crawl, flipper-clumsy,
gills-straining,
into the unknown.

***

The woman,
hair sweat-matted,
waters long broken,
doubles in twisted stretch,
screaming inside out
at the cutting edge of the long night
and our blood-slimy
mitochondrial ancestor
inches onto the foot-packed mud,
and breathes her first air…

…Later we, her descendants,
cradling the ancient push for separation,
follow the arch of cliff against sea,
then cross over,
into a new unknown.
leaving the dark continent of our birth