Womb
On this cold December evening,
My old heart is feeling a warmth,
A glow, a joy, a buoyancy,
Envisioning your beautiful tumescence —
A refuge filled, to ripeness,
With a child, who will transform me,
From the very moment of his birth,
Into the infant of my youngest soul,
So that, one more time,
I might know the world
As it was in the beginning:
A pristine womb
Of love, wonderment, hope,
And a promise of infinite newness.
12/08/11
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