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In the Beginning
by Enriqueta Carrington

In the beginning was the beating of your heart
the whisper of your blood, the warble of your stomach,
warm flood of your arteries feeding mine,
mighty nourishing Jordan to my rivulet.

Let there be light, and the first light was red
through the stained-glass window of your abdomen
in the cathedral that was you, sunning your swollen belly
to make my bones strong.

The first voice was yours, my first love,
vibrating through that warm primeval bath.
Throughout eternity there was nothing,
and then there was you.

I'd float and doze to the lullaby
of your heartbeat and again retreat
to endless silence, nothingness
and again awake to your voice.

An eternity of nothing, then you.




First published: Cradle Songs: An Anthology of Poems on Motherhood (Quill and Parchment Press 2013)  

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