Birth Doorways

Black hospital pitch room
Four minutes apart. Moaning inward and out. Half cat nap recliner and sweater.

My foot

thumps awake with sudden vigor.

Fragment recovers in comfort and placement. In time,

for getting up and mirroring the sound

of creation softening bones,
chest cracked back
into place

Now I sit in time

out of time,
with holy breath informing this flesh

next to me of woman and fairy dust feet
The pulse of trust and touch
and this tiny being inside with a heart so fast and light - full on

the monitor in the background speaking in rhythm

to guide our way

My foot thumps upward as doors swing open so

wide and soul fragments waiting to come home rush

back

In 45 minutes its enough for them

to find me, find Home.