Tanya Dickinson

I try to think of Marigold blooms
Of my body filled with colliding, colored light.
The ticking clock spreads my hips
And waves of time crash over my vision
Diving into the pain, drowning in it
Coming up again gasping for air
This body fights for your steady heart.
And in some other world my husband
Is cloaked in my interior
Both of us dumb and spread out in blood.
The first moan of the push is the purest sound of my gut.
Bone on bone, trembling time.
Body shattered and bowing on my knees
You are born of all my service.