How is it,though we've given birth before,
that we forget
how long it takes,
the aching,
and the swelling,
the arbitrary changes
that are really only temporary;
the waiting and the fear,
the hope, the preparations,
the ever-present awareness
of a major shift to come
yet balanced by the challenges
of living in the moment.
Like a camera,
capturing the movement of the stars
in the night sky
we watch as from afar
while this process takes us over
promising one thing only:
that change is in the wind.
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1 comment:
This reminds me of the photos of National Geographic photographer Stephen Alvarez, who works in caves and the like. Lovely reflection of the light and the wonderful golds and blues. Those pockmarks are moon-like, and there's a faultline. The image creates a swirling sensation, too, as if you shot it somewhere in the way beyond. (Can you tell I like it?)
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