karoline strickland
So you have seen the Taj Mahal,
Strolled through Paris arrondissements,
Lingered in the light of Chartres’ rose, and
Danced in tropic rains.
While I – ?
Well, I
have curled in the confines of one room,
fed, rocked, guarded, sung and prayed
for one new soul.
But perhaps –
after all, my friends –
I have traveled just as far as you.
Out of the shower
Dripping
Undressed
Streaming water from my hair and fingertips
like some ancient river naiad
Kneeling
To restore a pacifier.
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.
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.”
Made Along The Way 