Doula. a poem

Doula
We
dance when all the world is asleep
Down
long corridors,
Hallways
lit by moonlight.
The
full moon our only witness
To this
soundless dance.
The
waves* the metronome we dance to,
Calling
him to come
To be
with us here.
We love
you so
Come
dance with us little one.
Come
see moon and stars
Waiting,
too
Silently waiting
For
this Night of nights
This Night
chosen from all eternity for your birth.






For
Wyatt
November
4, 2012
© Stephanie Sorensen


*waves
= contractions or rushes

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