for my mother, paralyzed after a stroke

…. and on that morning at Cape Fear the sun Mother will rise

and a gold path will be laid to our feet and we will walk that path

together and it will be a gold path the shining veins of our arms and

the sky and these we will walk together as we will walk the lightning

streaks of sand and our legs and far out at sea we will go beyond fear

past its pitch and roll you will stretch forth your hand in that

light and we will go Mother we will walk together the dark stroked

chain that will fall away from you and from me the sand that will glow

and hold us to walk a long stretch in that light of sun and slant

blood and light as the eyes of foam and slide of glass the curve of

white down of smile and light we will walk and wheel of star and of fish

clear and free as gull or dolphin glide of light and free all gathered

up in gold specks of that path we will walk me Mother you all

melting in the sunslant of that walk open for us together as we

have never been before. . . .