Emily NoharaAbout

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


one half of a daughter becomes