I know nothing
Nothing of giving birth
To human flesh
The pains and pangs
The breaths of life
Being offered
Being extolled
Common but uncommon
Life in the womb
Growing expanding
Breathing in watered air
Conception giving way
To contractions worn thin
Life pushing
Making its way
To the passage
That only the divine
Could design
And in a moments time
Flesh is born
Into this world
Breathing seizing crying
Lying in its mother’s arms
I know nothing
Nothing of giving birth
But I know
Birthed in me
There is poetry
A poem
The seed of thought
Conception
One syllable after another
Words forming
Life in measured words
End to end lines
Stretching, reaching
To find the passageway
Words of another kind
Sprout from below
Growing expanding
Contractions begin
Inconspicuous jauntiness
Jabs and pushes
From mind to heart
To fingers stammering
In hopes to write
The poet – the poem
One more
Is born
© Robert AuBuchon Jr
January 14 2012
