Two Births
I birthed my mama A wild thrashing muscular thing Pressed by rage Slippery with grief Glistening with jaw-clenching hope This fierce thing that crawled from my womb With my child I watch it watch over him It wobbles when it walks Like he does. It's new to this world Angular Raw Ungainly As much his as it is mine Fueled by us both It lives somewhere to the left of me Somewhere to the right of him Squatting between us Blinking strange ophidian eyes At once ancient and adolescent Not beautiful so much as tenacious Stubbornly becoming.
3 replies on “Two Births”
Love this poem!
Exactly. She is a new thing born on that day and her center is in between. Come to learn, it doesn’t end there.
Wow….I’m completely ENRAPTURED by this poem. l love the visceral nature of this embodied experience. Well done, my friend.