Doula. a poem

Doula

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