Of The Cosmic Black

I reach for poems painted like I reach for lit lamps risen into cosmic black,

into a Universe of dark matter, dark energy.

I yearn to read the poetry of ethers and hear mystical rhymes.

In the universal uterus, I am held. I feel my umbilical line.

Divine Mother, You spark all inner lamps — art.

Art, I reach for you in the sacred, unknown dark.

poem from book: Luminous Portals by: Patricia Escobar