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Poems of Above and Below
The Great Yin Mother
Yin rocks her cradle, an inland sea
supports us on her thighs
rolls us over her high waves.
Her unbridled strength plays.
Sweetwater mother’s waves
slap us…we tumble in her broad lap.
Risible whitecaps burst their mirth—
Yin’s laughter splashes the shore away.
I want to believe this lake
our mother will hold us forever—
that there is no such thing
as a ring of nuclear power plants
poised on the brink of melt
down to the core.
Surely yang unbalanced us.
Better by far were dragons breathing fire
than invisible death seeping through
air earth fire water.
Excerpted from Sophia's Lost and Found by Barbara Spring
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