Amniotics spilt, and semiotics rupture;
There are no words, just raw screams and suckles.
Child of God, child of man – no difference:
New life is unmoored emotion,
a wide sea of tears and sick,
one desire: to feed, to gather more, be mother-close.
But God won’t stay.
Separation an immediate fact post-partum:
we must learn to settle ourselves and enjoy the moments we have together.
Foretastes of another rupture to come,
a larger curtain rent, another cry of pain
when we’ll be thrown down into
Mother’s hands, never to leave them.