Labor Pains

a garish wind 

tosses ground to sky,

and i

consider layers 

unleveled 

and thrice turned,

a compost of human work

reversed.

.

a woman gives birth

to future earth

and timeless soul,

gathering threads

into tapestry,

this new weave

a foundation stone

i offer to you,

river-smoothed.

.

our only work,

to hollow the cirque –

to give,

receive,

to be –

love.

.

© M.G. Iannucci 2017

Painting: Contemplation by Lee Ranshaw

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