Baby

I am one concise entity

tucked warm and tight

into myself

golden and still.

Flesh, soft,

Fresh, beaming bright new life:

The baby’s rose lips twitch in the next room,

sleep-sighing. The house is dully lit,

The fire cracks and I sit listening.

My fingertips buzz

Ready to create another something beautiful.

Breathing slowly, it is so warm that

Mother Earth could be smothering me in a flushing embrace.