Rebirth

I am transitioning. 

 

motherhood: 

 

milk-coated moments 

soft, opaque, all love and light. 

 

smoke-filled lungs

choking on small scenes 

wading blindly

 

I started small.

 

one additional heart 

five years, holding his 

small, sturdy body in my arms

feeling it bloom, all limbs. 

 

his hands, still new, only larger now. 

he rests them on my growing belly

his brother

 

his small mouth talks of protection. 

 

I hold him as I always have

with my whole self

days, minutes, hours before

I split myself in two.