and the coast of LONG ISLAND......SOUNDing

like the
..........first child
has commenced dreaming
the whole world
into its proper shape

and the footsteps there

she
SHE

who we  would know

...............

she of the invisibility
she of the boldest transparencies

she of the hinted
sacred motherhood

that brings forth
the brothers and sisters who

are always here
well prepared
and waiting for me
and waiting for you

to raise the "horn"
unto our trembling lips

to sound the call
as the first child dreams

of a world's
harmony
and a world's peace

the cornacopeia
always over-flowing

like the LONG ISLAND SOUND

always sounding

like our own beloved
true heart's song

like our sacred mother's

sacred nourishing

of sacred people
and their
sacred home