Monday, April 7, 2014

On Being Pregnant

Under tightly spun silver clouds- a ray of sun dances in me
 
And as the world looks on to darker days, as the earth begins to undress- slipping out from her tired robe,
 
I sing.
 
And I know you can hear me; that somehow a piece of sky sleeps in me now- Slumbering on, unaware of the elements that will soon be draped across your face.
 
Today, the rain reverences you.
 
And I too, bow low, to the power that brings you here.

Inside me I am traveling further than any plot of land, on a road through silence. We go. You come. And with you, you bring some semblance of home.

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