Mom
Gramma was so big then
her being old and me being new
in the shower at the pool, her belly
like the Venus of Gagarino, Rorate
Coeli – rain down the savior – legitimate
mystery of the shower’s sluice dripping
in points from her gray pubic hair
a holy wonder for me
Now you have little ones –
are you frank? Do you have steam boiled
practices in their polaroid memories?
Is it like learning for the first time
how to ride a bike, amazed by
whatever made this happen?
