said my abdomen was too tight.
"you're holding", she said.
my lungs were hurting from holding so tightly.
i heard the Earth in her voice,
open and full.
i can feel my breath widen, widen as my hips
with the desire to give birth to the grief
held for so long.
the left pushed up from making space for my heart,
to be pushed even further from life
that will make its rounded way.
i feel you coming, little one.
make way to the tunnel.
choose wisely and you will be.
make your home and i will be
your Earth, your mother, i will breathe
deep life into you,
as you will return mine.