Come to her.
Let her give you
the renewal of her body
as only she can,
point you where you’re headed
and let go.
Let her hold you in her lap,
all your scrapes and bruises,
your trinkets in your hands.
Let her do what you can’t,
let her grow you within herself
and with the pain of labor,
the dark, impossible passage,
birth you again
and give you to this bight, new world.