i am an infant in the womb of god
there – light
trembles
nurtures
i stir, closed eyes
warm flesh hides reality, sharp
glory
i tremble, stir, i think
i know so much
about what it means to be alive, after all
i have a beating heart, moving hands, fragmented
thoughts
proud; an infant who learns
to bang her hands on the table for food
see? see how much i can do?
he smiles
sweeps me up when i raise my arms
yes, love, yes, you’re so talented, so smart, so beautiful
suddenly
mother is brushing her hair
i conceive of womanhood
one day that will be me
i wish i were
grown up! i cry
grown ups are wise, they’re smart, everything is
easy, for them
wait, love, he murmurs
there is a price
to wisdom
hold my finger, here,
just here,
i will teach you to walk
and one day, one day
soon,
this warm
comfort will give
way and you will
be
born.
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