the eyes wide open, chasing forever
tucked between the folding fan of my ribs, you scrunch like seeking shade from blistering sun you cocoon, you struggle to make wings
such slow revel and oh(!) the spectrum of red have you shown me this week
i’ve missed much i’ve never known and even more i’ve never met but you, you you you
and I. I know.
Today is always the first day of many days, isn't it?
I haven't heard your wailing and
(my baby knows how to be born)
I am nervous beyond the measure of space
(my body knows how to birth)
but I am waiting&writing for you. I am here,
present in this time, listening to the music of 38/5
the sharp twangs of thigh strings the low brass tones of pelvis and spine. build your city in my twilight, child build your city high.
* bold and italics credited to Chikara Rutledge, thank you for the words to carry