You of the bulbous belly,
Grown from the piercing gaze of your eyes
And the mixing of our love
In one of many passionate nights of
Tender touch and interconnectedness.
Spanning the velvet globe of your skin
We note the amorphous elbow
The occasional foot
As this amalgamation of souls
Makes itself known to we
Who will give our lives as necessary
In order that the rolling fetus should thrive.
We wonder at the future of this creation
At the shared future of this incipient family
And the nature of guidance and vulnerability
Only some of which we see as controllable.
But control, now, has lost itís basis of debate.
There is urgency in this evening of uterine announcement,
A need so compelling that neither time
Nor conscious thought nor the beating of a traffic light
Can impede the inevitable series of events
Now upon us.
And as the moment approaches
Amid the grunting sweet agony of stretching tissue
The inscrutable darkness delivers arms full of
Precious little girl
Momentarily blinded by the light of humanity
Gasping the first breath of independent air
Bestowed with faces of loving kindness
And immediately the instigator of melted hearts.
In this moment of peaceful revolution
We greet Phoebe Luna.