God-Skinned
by Linda L. Bielowski

No kin
girl birthed a babe.
Hushed her heartbreak, deep-down,
bone-sore, soul-ache on cooling board.
By a window waits, hope
betting on one
more dawn.


Pushes
life, welcoming
tomorrow, already
an embryo pulse ripples the
Blue Nile. Crosses the
peaked Caucasus,
risen.


A babe
who devours
the world with her fingers.
Tiny spiders spinning webs round
mama’s love place, making
it widen in
wonder.


God-skinned
with good hair, full
face. A sunflower, who
in shadow, turns her head always,
ever, toward the light.
Shaking the porch
of dreams.