mary spins herself a wondrous form

Mary spins cocooned in the space

Of her father’s unbounded womb

Tethered to the first placenta,

amniotic skies feeding her

the universe, its blue starred trace.

Courses through her the sum of is,

Each creation’s point unfolded

into her heart now constructed

from the first beginning. In this

unmoving time only she exists,

fingertips touched by ancient stars,

pulled to orbit, shield the foetus

from the sharpened probes of those

who would abort her growing wonder;

she spins dreams in her bellied room

determined to breathe unfettered,

knowing well she will be unhymned;

she spins, spins coalescing all,

sings, singing “I am who I am.

I am, I am , I am divine.”