The Coming Mirrors

My body thickens in a stem
climbing aloud to keep you here.

My belly thickens like a stem,
my belly is tethered by your days.

Come in, come in, my strong darling.
I’m still a pane of airy glass.

My breasts go heavy to meet you here.

My body turns in place of clouds,
I grow like a pane of open glass.

My body is a forest floor
where needles blend to keep you here.
My belly thickens like a stem.

Come in, come in, my last darling,
and let the coming mirrors pass.

 

First collected in Calendars (Tupelo Press, 2003, second edition with CD, 2008).

Annie Finch Poems Spiral mothers The Coming Mirrors