I have made friends
with every hour on the dial of the clock,
pressed it, late and early, light and dark,
into my baby’s service;
and knowing all the times, all their individual shades,
am afraid of none of them.
Author: Karoline
Mirrored
At the green-dark edge of the sea
you may see the moon hang upside down
and step upon wet stars.
For My Newborn Daughter
Forever and ever ago:
Before the galaxies began to spin,
Or God shook out the carpet of the Milky Way,
In light and splendor with the choiring angels all around
the eternal Trinity declared
“I will make
you
Amelia.”
Sweetness
Cinnamon sifted through tender bread,
Brown bark
tall grass
transmuted into daintiness:
But
Is Sweetness edible?
Complicated
Sometimes people eager
to make you feel
interesting
leave you feeling merely
complicated.
Birth Day
God himself
walked the earth and felt
every day for thirty-something years that
Pain is the only path to life.
You, Dear Stranger
You – dear stranger, knelt down on the floor,
Slid on my boots for me and fastened them.
In Jesus’ name, amen.
Hands
Watching your young hands, deft in silver rings,
Combing through my hair
While I sit served – a sultaness –
I wonder at the riches of my world.
I, Cassandra
I see ends before beginnings.
—–
Deaths before deliveries.
So I live life in inverse,
In cold prophetic fear,
Like a cripple who cannot
Or a child who will not
Walk,
In fear to take the first step
into
Somewhere.
Light
Bare feet on carpet,
slow steps and loosened hips, belly round with unborn child –
Like some household high priestess I unwrap the morning light,
unfold it out of curtains, shake it loose, and wait.
Made Along The Way 