Matrescence
I admit it,
I been kicking and screaming
been violently thrashing about
been
just plain violent
with my words
with my energy
with and against my body
especially against
the woman I met after birthing my son
had never seen her before
one day and suddenly, there she was
strutting around
in my purpose, my skin
carrying my Teacher around on her hips
smiling as I tripped over his needs, his toys
impatiently shifting her weight between her feet
as I struggled to make my greatest weakness
my greatest strength
the bitch kicked me several times when I was down
and held me once
against my will
until the embrace was returned
took her with my grief
still violent
just
a better fighter now
finding the harmony in it all
forging new paths
changing the family circumstance
still
giving
birth
my children are bridges & compounds
soups & salves
poems and poems and poems
I am grounded
while respecting the breeze
crying freely in the joy and pain
splashing playfully
with my Teacher
in the mud tears made
