moved

I don't want to be
your mother,
not any more,
I don't want to be
your child,
not any more,
for I have come
to know a place
even if for a moment,
where I am not
man
or woman
or mother
or child
or even human,
a place where I am
an unstoppable speck of dust
dancing on a sunbeam,
driven and held
by what I cannot see,
but what I can feel
in the twists and turns
of my gut,
moved by a voice
that only knows this -
that what must be done
must be done
at any cost,
for the sake of a world
that must be born,
even if you and I
have to die.