By Bethany Webster
Drops of blood into water
She watches the slow dark lines
Billow and squiggle as they fall.
Thin lines expand outward
In a slow, verticle drop
Revealing striations and curves in the clear space.
Gravity pulls down the ancient thread back towards
The earth’s molten core
Like a nostalgic memory it wants to relive
An intensified longing for reunion
The moon’s call is so strong that it lifts the water
From the earth, pulling waves toward it in space.
The waves respond, temporarily resisting gravity’s beckoning
And reach into the air to the silver orb.
The tension between earth and moon moves the oceans in a silent harmonious chord.
The oceans and women’s bodies know the same tidal call
Know the same tension that lifts and pulls
That suspends and plummets.
A timeless mystery that is present in all places when
Something stirs inside a silent egg.
© 2012 Bethany Webster