{this moment} climbing the walls...

joining in with Soule Mama today

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Made Of Human

I

softly beating rain,
beating music,
beating heart 
on that ordinary October day -

sitting with my son, knitting mittens
for the unseen hands.

chopping veg, resting on the counter's edge -
breathing deeply into the darkness when called.

hips circling to the unseen rhythm of bud to bloom dilation
with "a new perspective" on looping rotation.

broken baby waters-arching-crowning rushed;
tinted birthing waters...lamplit room...hushed.


II

this fresh, still flesh linked son
nestled in my arm's nook

his eyes wide, wise, mesmerised,
as I scooped the waters over him.

squat bodied, flappy footed,
the shape of him spilled his secret;

the curve of his eyes revealed
the unseen hidden extra;

three copies, not two
on number twenty-one.


III

and I drank him in,
this unexpected delight.

no primal screams, no broken dreams;
nothing to grieve, nothing to mourn

after forty weeks of growing this unknown,
with no fantasy baby incubating in my head.

instead -

the mother love
the father love
the sister love
the brother love

in the still hushed room,
we embraced our new kin. 

Waiting for Caesar

Grass! Spiders! Bamboo sticks!
...bored them to tears...
So, back through the kitchen they marched,
seeking an unregimented adventure.

On a patch of path out front
they set up camp,
crowning the hula hoop
in sobering satin.

Scotching the paving slabs,
boxing numerals, they began
this olden play, whilst waiting for Caesar.
Stone drop, hop, pick up.

Alfresco scones of hearty spelt with sunshine soup
(simple victuals for my little troopers).
Then sentinelling, binoculars in hand,
sussing out the lie of the land.

They spied women - young and old -
trudging the streets, pushing the prams,
pausing to chat about the fare,
whilst the men were all missing in action.