interior ruckus—part one
i had no idea at twenty-nine
an unfamiliar inner voice
so bossy, persuasive
now, right now
hormonal messengers
working overtime
baby, baby, baby
OR so i assumed...
in my 20s, i knew so little about my biology
youth doesn't ask many questions
baby, baby, baby
oh, to possess that blissful ignorance again
i understand now…
my ancient biology didn’t take over,
my private sociology did
interior ruckus of
age & expectations
my societal & familial programming
working overtime
interior ruckus—part two
period late
hopeful & cautious
baby, baby, baby
a September birthday?
NOPE, not this month
my body sighed
moons passed
late again
my body whispered, YES
a winter birthday?
baby, baby, baby
my son arrived
late in February
all giant and squirmy
and mine
three years later
that familiar drumbeat
my personal sociology
our son needs a sibling
my body whispered again
maybe baby?
Saturday—NO
Monday—YES, and...
babies, in my wife?
baby A & baby B
gritty little homesteaders
inhabitants of my territory
overlapping claims
our complex symbiosis
my daughters arrived
in the middle of May
all tiny and squirmy
and mine
interior ruckus—part three
mothering through menopause
hormones tectonic
& not just mine
age and expectations
divergent boundaries
epicenters evershifting
interior ruckus
a lifetime spent studying the waves
vibrations recorded
push and pull
energy released
expected
motherhood's seismic shift
less vigilance now required
when monitoring underground movement
tremors are expected
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