Core

A plunge of senses
Senses plunged
Hallow stomach, a borrowing bone
Piercing fog
A cry from my core
A baby that is not
A daughter that I have never been
Cradled in a shallow of grief
Wet and cold
I am dust, frantic and insignificant

Washing over yawn
Stretching, exploding
Where does the lady go?
After she comes
To the market, past the park
How does the gentleman
Walk past the children
After he zips up his pants
Roll up the towel
“Baby, it was swell”
Wash over an ocean
Salt plunge
And all that is left is a whimper
For her Mother Eternal’s arms
As it was in the beginning shall be in the end