A surge
Like summer thunder
Pounded the earth
Beneath my squatting legs,
Tearing open the seam
In the unseen curtain
Between dimensions
Of earth and spirit.
The elders peered with knowing curiosity
From the other side
To witness the sacred re-entry
Of one of their own.
Layers of logic and grace melt
In the swelter of sweat,
Removing the coat of commoner
To reveal the warrior within.
Heavy air vibrates
With the urgent call to fight
Another surge pounds,
Its power rushing upward
Through my feet, up my sturdy legs
And the warrior lets out her cry!
Within this shaft of mystery
Connecting heaven to earth beneath
I exist between dimensions
Chosen for this task.
Midwife calls me back into time
Partner holds tight
So the power can’t take me.
The bettles rises
In a ring of fire
Push, push, sweat and bleed
Soul and body unite and thrive
He is here, we have won,
The battle ceases instantly.
Energy stills
Into a blanket of peace.
At a moment one become two,
But still one, mother-child,
I give him my breast
He drinks.
by Charmaine Rusin,
mom of Reese, New Years Baby 2009 &
expecting baby number 2 January 2011