Where do I search for mother?

In the crease between pages, in the ripening of fruit, in the pondering of questions, in the licking of boot

In the fumbling of stepping, in the space between home, in the places I wander, under bodies of stone

After calls with no answer, after pleads for a cry, over hills of resentment, in the blink of her eye

In the body of woman, in the pulse of her stare, I search for my mother, I beg for her there