fresh in the miracle of birth, your eyes were the universe

THE MILK OF HUMAN KINDNESS 

Mothered by the universe
Sucklings
Greedy for love
Taught by hunger
To step out of our skin
Into another
A river, a mountain, a tiger
A lover
What would they feel
What would they do
If I do this
Or this

The connection is more than mental
It’s in our bones
It’s in the limbic ocean
It’s flowing in our veins
Not smooth
It’s mountain and earthquake
Avalanche and snow
But it flows
From spring and raindrop
To river
To ocean

And the finest mist
Rises to the clouds
And rains down
Into our open mouths