Tingling, heart-racing feeling
A newborn calf unfurling its legs
Wobbling, rocking from side-to-side
Jolting forward still covered in
Birthing slime and straw
I am alone
Knees skinned, car dinged, pocket empty
This is deep space
Thick wilderness untamed by my people
Home is a distant memory
Of sweltering midwives' rooms
And deep mountain wombs
My legs are long puppy spindles
My hands soft lamb skin
My brain is full of mush
My ear of lullabies
The surface of the world is paved and icy
All that fills me is green
Tree and leaf and stagnate brook
I am alone, and the silence brings fear.
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