LABOR

by Rich Accetta-Evans


 
She is deepdownfaraway fearfulsinkingweary.
Who can ride on waves of pain
In frail canoes of breathing?
 
He is watching aweful-striken,
Never knowing how to touch or where.
He is thinking of the mysteries.
He is waiting (see how long he waits)
For his chance to help along
The universe And her.
 
But now
The long-awaited Life to Come
Is coming and has come.
 
It is pushing through a tunnel
And it batters at the door.
It wrinkles out to light.
It cries to feel the cold.