Labour
Labour
Apoplectic murmurs as flesh contracts
Pacing and wandering in haze
Elation merged panic as the gas flows
Time is now forgotten
Life is imminent through waiting bitten lip
Scrunched fist and curled toes
Three wails, twists and reels
No position apparent, no decision made
Nature proceeds, hallucination then engulfs
Gravity descends life form
Transient separation and then…
Life anchors to openness.
Copyright © Paula Stansfield | Year Posted 2009
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