Eve, Learning of Pregnancy
Poem
A ewe taught me. She grew in girth,
spreading her legs as she walked.
One morning she stayed in the fold,
shuddering. What is this? I thought.
Will we lose her? I stayed there
all day and at last saw a miracle
come through her body, a tiny copy
of its mother, staggering then bleating.
Was this why my own stomach
has stirred and now blooms as if
I have swallowed the August sun?
This is my future, I suddenly see,
to give my body bringing new life.
