the Yoga of Motherhood

learning to be present with what is
soft gentle skin
the aroma of infancy
the rhythm of rattles
rocking and gliding through
thoughts of what could be

learning to accept tears and cries of frustration
while pursuing the limits of love
with personalized lullabies
puckered kisses pressed
against round cheeks
silly sentences and
exaggerated syntax.

learning to trust the expansion of time
Thomas’s fingers uncurling
purposefully
with dimpled knuckles
and four folded wrinkles
at each joint.

learning to be present with what is
before this tiny divine being
out grows the curve of my arms.