Poem II.
By Nicole Smede
An ancient womb enfolds
a rumbling energy;
calls within
entering an infinite time
behind and forward
and lost
past singing
in future, future seeded
in past
blood energy
around and within
a core
crawling further
in silence and silent
closer.
Deep learnings
seeded the future
sing in past
trust
embrace
unfold where light encourages.
Keep going
keep going.