Conception

My adventures in utero

Happiest of Advents, Beloveds.

Between now and my Big Day, I’m going to be sharing some poems that my holy ghostwriter Tania was commissioned to write for Rabbit Room Poetry last year. With much gratitude to the generous and creative people at Rabbit Room, here’s, well, where it all begins:

Image by Nicole Rose from Pixabay

Mother, I know those flashing 
lights and shadows shook 
you, but all is quiet now. 

It is beautiful in here,
a bioluminescent river stippled 
with the sparks of your beating heart.
 
For seven days, I will divide 
and tumble down the path
to your womb as you sing 

of the humble and hungry
and meek. I can’t wait 
to meet them, to reach out 

an arm of flesh flecked 
with the dirt of the world!
To touch those worried faces

with the same hands 
that ripped apart the stars
to form them—yes, this

is what He’s knitting me to do.
But still, Ama, I’m scared.
You have no idea what’s coming.

For now, I will let you
dream of swaddling clothes
and stars, toes as small

as the pomegranate seeds
you lift to your lips. I will plant 
myself into the soft wall 

of your body where I will grow
into mine, where, Eli, Eli,
there is no turning back.