Day 73 (On being a mother.)

My center of gravity 

shifted,

at least that must be true.

My mind could not catch up

fast enough to make meaning,

so my body 

broke open the foundation. 

And I can still feel the waves of 

my own divisions, crashing 

against each other, trying to make 

one wave, trying to be born or

give birth. (aren't they the same.)

I write my own story. 

I make my own wake.