I have entered the geography of the unknown.
contractions squeeze the edge of my thoughts
outlining the form of reincarnation:
the act of being made flesh again and again
and again I cannot fathom
the length of my outstretched arm
holding this mirror, this object of wonder
winter is falling
in love with spring again,
cherry blossoms smile
and their laughter scatters petals across the backyard
laced with grass, freshly mulched blueberry beds,
pruned hedges and chard going to seed.
there is nothing but the details of spring
to distract me from myself.
and in this quiet space of days spent alone
I weave naptime out of twiggy thoughts
and nourish daydreams with candied pecans
tossed in overflowing salad bowls.
this is my preparation for motherhood.
no one ever said it would be easy.
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