Norman Lloyd West

(San Francisco, California)

Men And Salt

Poem by Norman Lloyd West

Fumbling, I arise sunlike
With the waking day risen.
Fumbling, from the sweetness
Of dreams.

The cavernous night,
The bowels of Mother Earth,
Cradle and game cradle me
No longer.

Memories sing out
Like birds
In the stoney stillness
Of morning.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003