Out of the shower
Dripping
Undressed
Streaming water from my hair and fingertips
like some ancient river naiad
Kneeling
To restore a pacifier.
Category: Motherhood
Waking Hours
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.
Birth Day
God himself
walked the earth and felt
every day for thirty-something years that
Pain is the only path to life.
Cantando
In days of waiting like these
I pick up books, not for challenge or escape,
But to be sung to.
Waiting
I am a fruit tree ripening
with child.
Made Along The Way 