Dance of Life

I sit in my Missouri garden witnessing life

bursting          into color        in air 

scented with June’s rain.

I think of Lisa whispering   to her 11-week old

in-uterine baby        she waits

as Baby B slips back into her womb

as Baby A hangs precariously on edge

                                                 as if swung by a star

Lisa waits in her beloved California sun

surrounding tiny A with golden light        the

                                             sunshine of her spirit

She lies in soundless listening

oh, so subtle a share of silence

        as she separates from real   and

folds into fantasy lit by her child        and

they float in symbiotic fluid of spirit

each breathing               breath of the other  and

It is here    at this point    that                      

Mother Nature is Queen and in charge

her cool hand stroking mother's furrowed brow. She hums  

There now, dwell not in heartache for
you are mine and all is well, all is well.  
Sleep as myriads of living things rooted
in earthly soil bow to you in sweet salute.

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