Midnight

Midnight

The midnight hour
bell
it rings
equilibrium
has been thrown
off balance.

Out of the one
into the water
to wait…

While the grandmothers
knit a plan
and place it
into their carefully woven
basket.

Which gets planted
directly into
a mother’s womb
who is waiting.

Into the east
we are born
until
at forty
we arrive in the West
often a bit
forlorn.


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