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Everywhere I go, I find a poet has been there before me.
-Sigmund Freud
I Have Created a Womb-in
I have created a womb-in
Who is exuberant in her good fortune
In being found so fertile
A womb-in who dines on her living
Chews sensuously on her stories
This womb-in chooses to perceive her
Matriarchal line in all it’s glory
Leaving it’s rubbish at the curb
I have created a womb-in
Who chooses her greatness, who considers
Her foibles as “endearing”
A womb-in who tends to herself as intently
As she tended the infant at her bountiful
Breast
I have created a womb-in
Who adores the tapestry of her life
A womb-in of wise degree who understands all too well
That the lilting contrast of a dark night is and
Essential frame for the bright new days
And all other hues
That this dream of life provides
A womb-in who collects her soul from
Scenes of the past in tender motions
That she may be fully present to her
Birthings in all it’s bloody lucre
I have created a womb-in
Who is virginal-as whole unto herself
Like the earth
A womb-in who “intuits” the “new thing”
The next step
She knows from deep uterine fortitude
That her calling is to provide for the children
All that is called substance
This womb-in is Mater Placenta
Pumping, pulsating,
Rich mother love
I have created a womb-in
Who informs God
Hail Mary, Mother of God
Mother/Creator of God
This womb-in feels the changing face of that
Planetary Image
And this womb-in is shifting this image
Gently-yet firmly
Who can prevail over this inviolate Virgin?
This Queen of Heaven?
I have created a womb-in
Who calls the Moon her sister
A womb-in cycling with Lady Luna in a most delicious dance
A womb-in who is the circle within the circle
Spiraling upward from maiden to mother to crone
She is the embodiment of all rituals and ceremonies
Womb-in resides outside of time itself,
She and her blood are indeed the very inventress of time
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