See how I grow and swell into myself
My breasts, my belly, my hips
Becoming larger, fuller, as though
Carrying something I have conceived,
Something that has been conceived inside me.
The silver, the glass, the china plates
Reflect me to myself, each a mirror for
The ten thousand incarnations of “I am.
Yes, I am fertile, large with it, becoming larger
My feet bare and settling, firmly now,
Into the soft, rich dirt of our Mother.
I look into these eyes, the thousand reflections
Gathering into a singularity, and notice
The set of the mouth, a new ancient wisdom
Lining these eyes, a many-petaled lotus flowering
In this space that used to be my heart.
Beth Firestein