Woman To Child

You who were darkness warmed my flesh

where out of darkness rose the seed.

Then all a world I made in me;

all the world you hear and see

hung upon my dreaming blood.

There moved the multitudinous stars,

and coloured birds and fishes moved.

There swam the sliding continents.

All time lay rolled in me, and sense,

and love that knew not its beloved.

O node and focus of the world;

I hold you deep within that well

you shall escape and not escape-

that mirrors still your sleeping shape;

that nurtures still your crescent cell.

I wither and you break from me;

yet though you dance in living light

I am the earth, I am the root,

I am the stem that fed the fruit,

the link that joins you to the night.

Judith Wright

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Crazy unsettled times in the gull's nest these days. I think I'm repeating myself. There's the ongoing uncertainty over the Strong Silent One's future employment options.  Hopefully next week will provide some clarity. There's the lingering indecisiveness over choice of high school.  Pressures of preparing for multiple mid-Winter birthday parties.  The inability to find time to sit and discuss Important Issues uninterrupted and sensibly before 9.00 pm. General tiredness with the whole she-bang. All underpinned by a keen awareness that time is passing and This Is It.  Thank heavens it's a long week-end with the possibility of scraping out some time to accomplish something useful.  If only to inscribe birthday party invitations and clean the mildew off the bathroom ceiling.