sacred womb

i'm pregnant
with something.

it does not matter
who the father is,
who will nourish me
and the stirrings
of this seed of life
inside,

it matters only
that my ears
grow inwards,
into
the churning waters
of the womb
holding us,

and to feel fully,
the slow becoming
of a mother
and a child,
giving birth
to each other,
held together
by the invisible hand
of this blessed,
most sacred
Life.