photo by Marcus Bellamy for unsplash
The rough exterior of the small barn
mud brick and straw roof
inside the warmth of animal bodies
visible and damp
The soft squeak of snow
underfoot to the outhouse
night enormous beyond the back gate
sky and steppe one black expanse
I squat above the hole in the dark
a posture of humility
almost fetal, knees to chest
Emerging again into the cold
a brilliant light cuts open the void
the car’s beams bright in the distance
coming closer and then gone
I stand at the barn door
a sudden wild joy
opening in my chest
you born here in me
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