She rises from our bed like a satisfied sigh
and as her sleeping gown slides to the floor
the sun's first rays softly illuminate her body.
She becomes clearer as I wake
and I see her ripening curves
holding the future for us all.
Though I am old enough to be her father,
the father of her offering is ageless.
Though I might not have enough days
to be with her at the birth, I am content.
In the beauty of her womanhood and
in the fierceness of her painful giving she
affirms the rhythm of the world that always returns
to balance, simplicity, transparency and equity.