I feel the rocking...

For Ron Whitehead--

I feel the rocking
in the Louisville wake
of your vast compassionate wound.
A single note of that sacred flute
echoes through my heart,
diving yet deeper into mystery.
Kinship found
in the "I remember", "I remember":
the before,
before this form
cast its first shadows
on a Wednesday
in the Rocky Mountains,
before this heart beat,
before my name
crossed anyone’s lips,
when I was That.