After The Incantation

The quickening is occurring.

It is in my bloated belly, looks like Buddha…

‘Bu-Da-Da-Dahhh’… Beats paced by an inner drummer.

My heart.

Beloved and sacred. Open and pulsing.

This subtle rumbling chant intones.

Gradually its momentum germinates…

It is evident in my chipmunk high-boned cheeks…

A smile breaks ground with ecstasy,

Cracking the surface of my countenance.

It is my squinted eyes, on the hills of these,

Squeezed tight in mirth for

My impending Nu-birth.

‘Bu-Da-Da-Dahhh’…

The ‘no-longer-subtle’ rumble grown…

It is active. Energetic. Frothing, foaming, burning, glowing,

Surging forth and forward…

A sign.

A change is coming…

There is more where that comes from.