Bora born
In the company of women _
Time lines shorten, innocence loops, spiraled thought
condenses, spirit waits with patience divine.
A messenger draws down, the giant moth rests for
two days, noticed, then waits the old man's release
in a late night blessing through curtained windows.
She has announced her arrival, her spirit
watching, the mother and grandfather in tune.
A last pregnancy captured in image then
celebrated in Valentine's raw fashion
a diamond in ice sets the watery theme.
Within the gateways might, the ocean of peace
gathers force, the moon in agreement responds.
The mother in labour, stands naked in the
warm shower, her water breaks, the tide is full
aquarius blows in the ear of the rat.
Her father supports, women arrive through a
corridor well practiced, their manner seasoned.
The mother gowned, stands for the delivery
the mid-wife takes charge, she wants him there, the birth
timed, slowed on the bed, while the wall clock speeds.
All three women blend, as syncronisity
bleeds an illusive thread when moments combine.
The mother's birth, began the mid-wife's career, a
thirty year cycle complete, the trainee's first
birth, in chinese a new year to celebrate.
He rubbs her lower back, the pain relieved, the
head to emerge pristine from that warm embrace.
On the breath, her spirit slips in a silent
entry, an old soul this one eyes wide open
recalling to mind those whom she remembers.
He welcomes her to our world, her mother gives
thanks, the women, sisters in birth co-create.
He parts the cord, a tear in his eye, nothing
like this has he ever known, a bond has formed
grace given, to trigger the writing again.
He responds, her spirit imbued in ethers
of subtle, delicate, fluxing, wafting warmth.
He whispers in idle tones of patience; for
thirty minutes he bundles her, while others
discuss women's business, intimancy brings.
His daughter has a daughter, in their company
he still maintains his awe of who women are.
He knows by example, the friendships they all
send him, the sisterhood of all women have
another to stay our hearts a little more.
- O -
© feb 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
condenses, spirit waits with patience divine.
A messenger draws down, the giant moth rests for
two days, noticed, then waits the old man's release
in a late night blessing through curtained windows.
She has announced her arrival, her spirit
watching, the mother and grandfather in tune.
A last pregnancy captured in image then
celebrated in Valentine's raw fashion
a diamond in ice sets the watery theme.
Within the gateways might, the ocean of peace
gathers force, the moon in agreement responds.
The mother in labour, stands naked in the
warm shower, her water breaks, the tide is full
aquarius blows in the ear of the rat.
Her father supports, women arrive through a
corridor well practiced, their manner seasoned.
The mother gowned, stands for the delivery
the mid-wife takes charge, she wants him there, the birth
timed, slowed on the bed, while the wall clock speeds.
All three women blend, as syncronisity
bleeds an illusive thread when moments combine.
The mother's birth, began the mid-wife's career, a
thirty year cycle complete, the trainee's first
birth, in chinese a new year to celebrate.
He rubbs her lower back, the pain relieved, the
head to emerge pristine from that warm embrace.
On the breath, her spirit slips in a silent
entry, an old soul this one eyes wide open
recalling to mind those whom she remembers.
He welcomes her to our world, her mother gives
thanks, the women, sisters in birth co-create.
He parts the cord, a tear in his eye, nothing
like this has he ever known, a bond has formed
grace given, to trigger the writing again.
He responds, her spirit imbued in ethers
of subtle, delicate, fluxing, wafting warmth.
He whispers in idle tones of patience; for
thirty minutes he bundles her, while others
discuss women's business, intimancy brings.
His daughter has a daughter, in their company
he still maintains his awe of who women are.
He knows by example, the friendships they all
send him, the sisterhood of all women have
another to stay our hearts a little more.
- O -
© feb 2008 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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In the company of women _
In the company of women _