09/12/2026
Astounded by the tender miracle that rests
In my arms,
On my chest.
How is this possible?
I cannot believe every precious human & more than human
Was once a tender tiny creature
Grunting
Cooing
Crying
Squeaking
And that my breasts know how to sustain life.
The secrets that my body has held all these years
Quietly flowing as need arises.
There is nothing effortful about it
And yet straight forward it’s not.
I sit now on top of this fleshy hill of miracles
Witnessing itself.
What an honor and privilege-
This front row seat
To both the most magical and the most ordinary
Spanning worlds.
May we return to reverence and awe
Of that which is so ordinary
That we foolishly forget
To worship at its ever-presence.
Lest it will no longer be.