Monday, March 4, 2013

Doula. a poem

We dance when all the world is asleep
Down long corridors,
Hallways lit by moonlight.
The full moon our only witness
To this soundless dance.

The waves* the metronome we dance to,
Calling him to come
To be with us here.
We love you so
Come dance with us little one.

Come see moon and stars
Waiting, too
Silently waiting
For this Night of nights
This Night chosen from all eternity for your birth.

For Wyatt
November 4, 2012
© Stephanie Sorensen

*waves = contractions or rushes

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