Black Sheep 141 came as the biggest surprise.
Madelon Rose Logue is certainly wise.
She printed my poem on page 19.
It mentions Rob’s birth year of 1919.
She gave it the title THE NUMBERS TELL THE TALE.
With that Black Sheep’s cover she hit it on the nail.
She nailed it. My poem points to chapter 22
of Jane’s THE EDUCATION OF OVERSOUL 7
where I came across my birthday,
June 17, in a future year of 2211
as a day to remember.
In Berlin there’s the Street of June 17
to commemorate the uprising in Ost-Berlin.
They thought they’d be free.
It all happened on my 22ndbirthday in 1953.
As Jane told Rob: in a portion of her mind
conversations went on for centuries, yet
all at once, in a life much, much vaster than
the ordinary kind.
My poem also deals with the Year
2012
when Jane would have been 83,
which reminds me of my innermost journey
in my life-changing year of 1983.
And now, I cannot believe what I see:
Here is my birthday, June 17, in that very same year of 1983.
It’s the date of the deleted Rembrandt Session 954
(when we married, my husband was 54)
on that same Black Sheep’s cover!
How on earth can this be?
Ute Kaboolian
Ute's Poetry and Musings 