Just a poem today...

The Quickening

It felt different from anything else
I’d ever felt before: as if I were a body of water,
and a miniscule motorboat made its humming way
from hidden shore to shore.

A spirit at the tiller determined to explore
the complexities of this first wilderness:
to prepare for his first breath of air.

All that he would become already there,
beginning to grow. The thrum of his heart
thrilling within that liquid place inside me,
where my DNA was drafting plans
for future years and kin I’ll never know.

Copyright ©️ 2024 by Barbara Quick

I fear I was guilty of publishing too long a segment last week (an 18-minute-long read, egads!). This is my offering today, because nothing is quite as succinct as a poem. ❤️

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