This child will come
like the spinning of a maypole –
strong colours entwined
and all her blood in unison
with the sun.
She will be a glorious bird,
sure of her place on this earth,
sure of the love that moves from
each breathing lung to the unseen stars,
tied to it all like water is to the shore,
like a night breeze coming to soothe
the summer day’s scorch.
She will be set free by her heart’s
irregular beat, unique in her beauty and
in her strength.
This child will come, welcomed
like a prayed-for dream.
We will hold her and know her –
our highest visions united then separated
into an infant being.
.Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Eskimo Pie” May 2017
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