The Poetry of Birth

Angela Burgess | MAY 24, 2022

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"She's Here"

I’ve found one of those

in between

places again

A portal into a different

time

Crossing over from

mundane to sacred

In the blink of an eye

the span of a breath cycle

the beat of a heart

my heart,

the only true

keeper of time

My baby is coming

Our heartbeats weave

together

new yet ancient rhythms

Even in the bright lights

I find the natural and organic

Abalone shells

giant with luminosity

bless me with pearlescent

radiance

Supta Baddha Konsana

helps me embody

Butterfly

A Celtic tune

and my Lover’s voice

take me back to

Ventry

and crumbling castles

in green fields

flowers

sweeping views

Home

The alchemy of partial

numbness

mixes with supplemental

oxygen

and technology to measure my

vitality

moving me closer and closer

to my threaded destiny

each breath

a shiny pink pearl

each breath a portal

a blessing

keeping rhythm with

timelessness

together

we wait

(or do we run?)

though the bright veil

of clear sight

She’s here

I can see her head

her fingers

her arms

surrounded by Light

of a thousand suns

the light of

body, mind, spirit,

past, present, future

woven into this

discreet package called

Now

We are woven together

as evidenced by

a pulsating

umbilical cord

wrapped twice around

her little neck

I am enraptured by this

Tantra

Pearlescent

Radiant

Rhythmic

Breaths

woven upon

threads of time

(or is it timelessness?)

No matter

for we are woven together

right Now

and Now is

Magic

and we are

Home

Angela Burgess | MAY 24, 2022

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