a brand new one slides in

a slippery mass

a dolphinous baby

with round asking eyes

wombs bursting with bounty

of raw tender cargo

hooked onto thorns

welcomed to breasts

wrapped in wool blankets

tickled and tended

or stuck in a corner

wished out of the world

lucky ones hatch in nests of perfection

all needing touch, needing food, needing warmth

a massive symphony clamors

that cannót be notated

it’s howling, it’s crying,

it’s harsh, raspy breathing

hearts pounding and drumming

or silent in sorrow

sometimes I’m among them

sometimes so alone

an upside down woman

suspends from the sky

out of oceans above

is a world made of water

she is carried by currents

untethered by tides

her eyes do not open

she dreams of each child

she is moist, gleaming, glistening

languid fingertips dripping

showers are falling

on all babes below

©2012 Mariénne Kreitlow, Living Song

 Thanks to the Soul Collage inspiration of Seena Frost and images I’ve incorporated.

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