Old Mother of Mothers

Old mother of mothers of mothers of more
Old being what never before has been

Old jet your way whitely too far to hear

Old pale as you turn old dumpling of hair

Old wobbler over a salt flat land

Old mother of mothers of mothers of more

Old touring the walker old shawl old stare

Push your way shopping up aisles of lawn

Old jet your way whitely too far to hear

Old light in the den whatever the hour

Old name the children's children's children

Name mother of mothers of mothers of more

Old goer old doer old chin how far

Then rest old dizzy like wash in a wind

Old jet your way whitely too far to hear

Old go your way bravely old hand on the door

Old speller in stove-dust pollen and down

Old mother of mothers of mothers of more

Old jet your way whitely too high to hear

(c)Jay Paul                              1999

from Going Home in Flood Time

the ink drop press, Painter, Virginia