I Thread My Way...

... across the county
thinking of the toddler-assisted birth over there
and the woman who labored in that tiny bathroom on that street.

I remember how I drove up to that blue house
and heard my client screaming her baby out her vagina;
I didn't make it inside for the birth.

I criss cross surface streets I never knew existed.

I lost my way four times going to this home visit.
Now, I can find it in the dark blindfolded.
I can smell the jasmine outside her door.

Our city has a dam?

I lovingly laughed that these two women,
both so lonely,
lived a block away from each other.
They are now best friends.

I didn't know you lived on the ocean.

Like a spider,
my silk goes from end to end,
under and over,
again and again,
inside houses and back outside again,
driving,
through traffic crawl spaces
and
weaving crazily when a mom cries, "hurry!"

Like a midwife,
I thread my way
across the county.

Comments

[Sage Femme]

I feel so forunate as I drive around my community to see homes of people I have such a deep connection with through birth. Houses I've seen babies born in, some a number of times, people that have been brought together through their experience of having a homebirth.

This was beautiful and reflected my own thoughts so many times.