Occupy Poetry

The Future

BY Friscobeat

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.

From: 
Friscobeat at http://poetryoccupyingoccupy.com

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