This is a strange train of thought inspired yesterday by one of Kimmy's most beautiful lines... I have wrestled with it, but I think it has beaten me! Kimmy, I don't know whether to say "thank you" or "sorry"! :))

BECOMING SHE

“she has a love of beginnings and an understanding of cradles”
Kimmy Van Kooten, Making Love to a Masterpiece


She stands within shadows
of the empty nursery,
pondering pale moons sweeping
through fringes of rushes
and dark waters gurgling
their night-time hush.

Setting the crib in motion
with just the tip of an index finger,
she remembers being inside
its rising, falling space and
staring from beneath the translucent,
ridged canopy, pink and thin
like intercostal skin.

The ribs of rockers take her back
to the time of an unknown birth.
She runs cupped palms along
their mahogany rails
as if unsheathing a blade.

A bloodied scent of nakedness
unearths her old beginnings;
on her unpitted belly there’s no mark
of a knot to link her with the Tree:

Never conceived, she was formed complete;
without innocence, unblemished.
Naïve.