Broken water: eighteen to wait
Aqua flow-um now time to relate
Immediate onset then time to time
This Lucca on the, the first time
No race; “baby knows the pace”
Doula comes, from what direction
Almost knocked unconscious
Must remember the mission
Her calming influence
The spilling of so much blood
No second thoughts or notions
On the blue ball pours the rain
For ten months constant motions
Not wanting to show me pain
Lucca backsion
No refrain
Lights flashing ninety or ninety five
miles an hour
My wife Checka showing her true power
Hours of squatting by the
Stony Brook
Her superiority grows by the hour
At transition her head spinning
Asking specifically to take a
crossword look.
Time now slows again,
Lucca motion
With
my touch his hard halo
to appear
She grips him in her loving
embrace
One arm…an ear
No cognition of pace
He turns to show her what he is
A miracle; of sex I don’t care
Open eyes, purple face, dirty hair
A birth has come
To the breast he almost pounces
(With) the sucking of the breast
Eight pounds, eight ounces
It seems she’s lost sight of
All the rest
Readjust
our lives, our nest
