This change is good, I tell myself
“Yough gotta work for it,
then you play”
I believe in you
these sweet humms of bees
in lilacs covered in yellow
I believe in you
new belly turns with hope
unseen on fresh horizon
They stir
In Me
a new warmth
untouched by a mother
who, with a wavering hand, touched the face of her dauther unrecognized
umbilical cords saughtered a connection into halves
while one clung to the other to be two equals one
the other ran away.
for one half must belly itself up
fill it with the basking sun’s glow,
water stream into the gorge
of a hole
ready to swell all of the earth
Through uncovering
Reveals
one half of a daughter becomes
ONE.