A Life Is Taking Shape
Inside a belly, soft but stretching ever tighter
Is a home with no view, but infinite peace
Where tissue knits together a perfect design
For the life that’s taking shape
Outside, there is gentle folding and smoothing down
Ordered piles of tiny things (mostly white) mushroom in cupboards
Fingers stroke down the sides of feeling, testing for readiness
For the life that’s taking shape
There is no knowing on this quiet day, wrapped in patience
When the hush will be pierced by the cry of our newborn child
There are ages in the waiting, in the pacing
At this time, almost time…
For the life that’s taking shape