MomsBook_asof9.18.17

Air became crystal,
spilling the sunrise
into the tomb.
Be it done, I said,
according to your word.
Come forth
from this perverted womb!
My flesh would not stretch
to contain him this time,
but the web of the world
and the heavens beyond.
I knelt and felt
the earth still trembling
from his passage.
I waited hoping -
When the Morning Star
had waned I rose
and hurried home.
Perhaps I passed the others
on the way.