Through
Gone up above
and below times,
not forgetting, although
she wishes herself
well below
and throws a shawl
overhead.
Keen to know
the truth,
of a loss of feeling,
that eases
but not ends.
No, we might say
they are found
in you.
They are founded,
ano domini,
and then
post-partum
rush and reeds.
Swaddled,
the realisations
must bleed out
to earth.
From the crescent
to your earthing wonderment,
as you see through
and beyond,
a future.
From the earth,
to you,
salutations.