I am he that walks with the tender and

growing night;

I call to the earth and sea half held by the

night.

Press close barebosomed night! Press close

magnetic nourishing night!

Night of south winds!Night of the large few

stars!

Still nodding night~ Mad naked summer

night!

Although I was torn between these lines and those on the preceding page, “I exist as I am, that is enough” my maternal instincts guided me to choose the above. I chose not to concern myself with the gender difference for I read of Walt’s interchanging of gender in a poem .

To me, these lines represent the many wakeful nights I spent over the past 8 months caring for my newborn son, Jonah.  In the beginning, the night frightened me.  As the months progressed, however, I learned to embrace its soft beauty and cherish the invaluable time I had to nourish, love, and care for my son. Now, as I embark on my doctoral adventure, I call my thanks to the sea and earth for the opportunity to bond with Jonah and ask that I be granted strength as I commence my studies this, “mad naked summer night”!

Jonah and mommy

Jonah and mommy