Joyful birth

There is quite a story that goes along with the emergence of this poem - an experience that was a both a culmination and a commencement, and something for which I am extremely grateful. I know what this piece is about for me, but I'm going to let it stand on its own with the hope that it becomes whatever it needs to be for any individual who reads it.
Happy Mother's Day...:)

Joyful Birth

The child awaits,
suspended in a comfortable
liquid womb,
heart beating in unison
with mother’s.
Energy shifts and the time comes
to leave the watery realm and
move into newness.
Mother’s muscles pulsate with the
power of her core,
a rhythm like no other.
Driven by a knowing that comes
from both within and without,
mother and child work in
tandem to dance a dance
that is older than time.
The baby’s soft, pliable body
surges forth as the mother
harvests her labor and
releases a fresh life
into the world.
Together and separate,
a synthesis of beings,
mother and child stretch into
their bodies, reaching,
extending into an ecstasy of cells
unfolding, opening,
brimming with love.
A joyful birth that is right
and real and
richly deserved.

Sarah Carlson

August 26, 2009