I felt him here today.
Today, this morning actually,
early in bed awake
he arriving home
in the center of my flesh.
Slowly-- paying subtle
particular attention, like now here as well,
what was empty except for dread
became alive with specific form.
Geometry birthing in my belly
a trapezoid persisting,
energy pulsing,
moving from the middle
of the body’s bright field.
A young boy’s life unburied
opening into presence
out of soil’s fertile darkness,
perhaps unearthing now
in morning’s golden song.
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