Umbilical longing haunts
these later years, navel scar
abdomen button records
my last restful hours in the warm womb
of my loving mother, attached to
the nutrient cord, listening
to Rigoletto in the hush
of the San Francisco Opera House
in a night blacked out, wary of
Jap Zeros or underwater submarines
moving too close to shore, until
the stars locked in the code
of my departure, through the uterus door.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
October 7, 2012
Over Costa Rica