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Birth Poem
Amidst a phalanx of machinery
blinking green lights
blood pressure cuffs
IVs and needles
efficient squeaky shoes
Me: a glowing, sweating, super-charged galaxy
a portal, opening to admit
one new body,
freshly made
into this world.
I draw on every strength I have ever possessed and
push my insides out
down out down out
And then you are in my arms!
Slippery, red, angry—
a stranger to my eyes, yet
the indomitable spirit
I have come to know so well.
When you are cut free I get my body back but
a body changed,
once a supernova
part of me dying
new life dawning
Now a proof to the power of my own body to birth
unaided by those blinking green lights
held by your father, the doula, the midwife,
you and me—
you and me.
—Clea Danaan
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