heidi and hans - nap time
Hungry crying
stirs me out of dreams
into a dawn
of musty canvas, damp
pillows, ribs that ache.
I crawl over the breath
of a sleeping husband, stumble
out of the tent into a thick
morning
to sit on the ledge, legs curled
against the moss, feeding a warm
baby who nestles
his cheek against my breast,
milk dripping
from the sides of his mouth
as he drifts into sleep.
In the marsh that stretches before me, cattails touch
the mist. Jewelweed opens to warmth. And I wonder
what other woman in what other time sat here
like this, her sleeping son cradled
in the crook of her leg,
watching the great blue heron rise
from her nest, weaving herself
into the pattern of dead leaves and new ferns,
eyelids closed, chin raised
touched by the sunrise, drenched
with the morning,
waiting
awakening
am thinking of my sweet friends with their swollen baby bellies. we've got three in the oven. one will be a girl (finally) one will be a first and one will complete a family (or so we think). i photographed hans all comfy in his momma's belly last summer. returned this spring to see that heidi had fallen quite naturally into this mothering and surrendering thing.
these are wonderful
Posted by: elizabeth | July 21, 2009 at 12:28 PM
That second photo is precious!!
Posted by: Erin | July 21, 2009 at 11:39 AM
What a sweet, sweet moment to capture. Can't wait for the three others!
Posted by: Janice McIntyre | July 21, 2009 at 08:07 AM
lovely thoughts, lovely photos...
Posted by: Donna Good | July 21, 2009 at 06:37 AM