Wednesday, July 29, 2015

tree womb

The tree envelopes you,
with its womb of wood.
As you step
from its enfolding.
in painless rebirthing,
I watch
like a midwife
careful of the passage.
You do not cry
as you leave
so should I kiss you
into life ?
I suppose slapping your bottom
is out of the question !

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