For Ralph's Mama

 

Now She Is At Pains

In a sort of tree fort, 

In branches close and woven, she squatted.

In waves, she saw the future. 

In waves, she let it all go.

An old one faced her and held her eyes.



Outside, her people darkly knelt together.

Hands and feet plead with the earth. Save her alive.

Give the young breath.

She moans. She is deep now.

The people groaned back.



It is a work. It is a blessing.

Blood and water.

The old one held her eyes steady.

Her people wait now.

Yes.

Rough joy.

It is a life.

😁