Mary spins herself a wondrous form
No 2 in the series “The Life and Times of Mary” describing the growth of Mary, who may or may not have existed, inside her father’s womb.
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.”