Labour

At night she dreams

that with a bunch of women

(together there were five)

she births the world

They focus on the work,

they form a circle

of their naked arms.

They sway, and sing, and push.

(She's got a ball of yellow light

inside that wants to grow and to

go out, or burst.)

She feels

she's ready now

the way she hadn't been

for thousands

times

She has

two daughters, one by one.

They come full-shaped, 

well-formed, grown-up.

One is the darkness of

the world, the other's blonde

and fine - a dragonfly spine-like,

the bee-like soft

She loves

the first one - the one who has

black hair, who wears

green-framed glasses

to see

into the mother pearl

of things

Meanwhile, the forest grows

around the scar.

The light-haired one

finds her home there.

She takes her husband

with her, a bed, a stove, 

and two 

small bikes.

In due time, she gives birth 

twice. The boys grow up

and save the world

from lack of love

The women smile

and close their eyes.

The world goes on.