Deborah Leipziger
Self, Archeologist
After Walt Whitman
I celebrate myself and sing myself
my colors and countries
symmetries and symbols
the color of veins
reddening purple,
my pulsating heart.
I sing the temples beloved
the words recovered
the mazes discovered
I celebrate my nimbus of curls
nipples neck navel
I celebrate my survival
from the umbilical cord
wrapped around my neck
I celebrate my geography
canyons buttes mesas
my Amazon my Nile.
The planets whisper to me,
constellations call me
chanting of Newness
I open myself and claim my
Openness
I transform and sing
my Evolution
I celebrate the concave
and convex
the rounded the bonded
the turning becoming
the rawness evolved
I sing the poets before me
pollinating my poems
I sing of the borders
my ancestors crossed
gems sewn in hems
Or is it legend?
I celebrate the fiction and non-fiction
the manic and tragic
festivals past holidays not
yet named
I honor and celebrate the Becoming
I channel the coincidental
the purely purposeful
the rant the chant
the prayer the poem
I rejoice in sleep
swallowing the tidal grief,
the delirium
I sing the mycelium
the chariots the twilight
the self
The castle fort water tower
lighthouse reservoir
all built within me
I sing of the forests
turned to desert the polar caps
to water
I believe in the ancestors
joining me a happy ghosting,
I escaped for you
I am because you are
I approach the wild
the chameleons
changing blue to green
red to yellow and back.
I am the bromeliad
collecting water
aromatic the lilac
I honor my departures
all the places
where I receded and went.
Welcomed
Complete
