baby earth

Poem by Dawn Urbont


my belly grows round
like the globe on Matthew’s desk
and i
watch from above
small tremors and quakes
on the West Coast,
waves and bulges
in the Caspian Sea.
he flutters and kicks,
bucking bronco, tiny yogi
quiet little drummer
in a pool of amniotic fluid.
i am his Mother Earth.
i am his world,
and soon
he will be
my sea, my shores, my coral reef.


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