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.