I await your arrival
gestating
a nest of blood and refrained moons
me, made of air
my sun in the first house
waiting is difficult
lonely
almost painful
but you -
an endless pleasure
boredom
insight
interrupted only by unexpected kicks
I do not know where I fit
where you will fit
so little
gigantic
my eggseed
on each moon
slowly
I expect your arrival
but
take in your time, little birdie.
even if I,
solar gemini,
am in eminent eruption
longing to see you
NOTES:
I wrote this in March 2018, a few weeks before my daughter was born.
Being pregnant was one of the most creative times I ever had, despite being the loneliest I ever felt (maybe that's why).
My little bird arrived March 21st, to joy, wonder and fire.
🥰🥰🥰