So many MOVIE scenes of birth, human and otherwise cast a CLOUD over her LABOR – she cannot get the images of pain, blood, fear, death out of her mind. “Look at me.” a voice, quiet in her ear. Struggling to grab the moment, she opens her eyes. A small, intimate group surrounds her, soft light coming in from the window. It must be almost dawn. Each face AGLOW from the soft light from the east, but also with love – for her, this baby, the moment. Pulling her into the present, back into her body, she is hit with a incredibly powerful contraction. Different, powerful in a new way, activating her, propelling her and the baby into the magical moment when one becomes two.

Georg’ann

Under a knotted shelf of ancient grey roots,
droplets fall intermittently
into the dark, CLEAR pool
where earth used to be
Periodic ripples on the still surface
LANKY girl jumps from rock to rock
a thoroughbred released from her STALL
face AGLOW with spring

Heather