Absentee Indians and Other Poems

motherbirth

motherbirth small scuttled breaths warm about my neck squeaks whimpers sighs tiny newborn cries in my dreams that waken here in half-dark room rabbit light falls across your bed between your sleep and mine between myoId worn life and this new dream I stand half afraid of both canal of indecision floating as if to choose but you cry out here in this one place and I with you bound now swaddled moving to your rhythms 71 72 swaying, rocking cooing womb song I hear my voice intone heartbeats soothing each waking changing feeding sleeping light slides round our days time breathes baby breath slowly in and out so new the sound of you but sure as your hunger cries red-faced from flannel wrapped wings eyes glistening tiny wide mouth pulling me in holding me suckling grounding me force beyond gravity old as time but fresh again Gavin tinyWhite Hawk winter night and I welcome you 73 ...