from Mama Song
…I watched my son’s birthmama labor the night, kept time
by the beat of his heart. When she turned left-side-over in bed,
his heart slowed. The baseline dipped each time she moved.
My world lapsed, seconds lost in a thump. My husband and I
huddled like cats; her mother slept fits in the recliner.
If God exists, he exists in the capacity to wait…
first published in Gloom Cupboard