The Waiting

these are the days of waiting
of prayerful thoughts
of urgent pushing

when life and death
are equidistant
when repose, just isn't

these are the longest nights
when light can't push through
when it sits hard on my chest

you smile
tell me it will be alright

that the life and death of things
moves easily past you
to another room
another mother

because you are of me
and he is of you

and birth will pull you into the stream
let you fly over the falls

as the weight of water
of bone
blooms in the darkness.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2018


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