When we were one:
one woman
with one tiny mystery
tucked
inside;
in those days I believed:
I could never be nearer to you.
The day you were born,
all my waters broke. My heart
showered you with
a thousand tears,
a thousand tiny kisses.
To this day, I keep bursting.
I roll myself together,
only to be undone by your
impossibly tiny toes, or
your rising and falling chest.
I am poured out. I am
gathered and cast away,
a storm of chaotic bliss.
The nearness of you is with me always,
thundering in my heart,
taking away my breath,
as I am emptied
and filled
and emptied
again and again.
by Erin Wetzel
