Another Sister
(the first day of spring 1968 )
someone keeps watch over your footsteps,
pulling for you
no matter where you turn,
eastward or down underneath,
this pretty girl combing her long golden strands
your voice snuggling
so clearly
against her ear
and how many songs have you sung?
how many changes across America
from town to dizzy town
to better realize her sisterness?
you haven't drunk from different waters
until you tasted her point of view
she is another ocean,
you, a blue-billed sea bird swooping,
then resting your salty tired wings around her,
waves gently rising,
drowning you both
back to that hip paradise,
and beyond
3/21/68
Paterson