The low din vibrates around me
Always one volume, not loud not soft
My head feels light, and hollow
A sieve, things slipping in and out
Without achieving any purchase
The earth of my womb, oblivious to
The curious root of an welcome seed.
The intruder, with its deft leg broke through
And turned in for sleep, a diminutive bead.
New in true love, I’m eyes up at your feet
I cede to the trying lessons you teach
My ego; fragile as dead leaves in the street
When pressed too tightly I bruise like a peach.