The Wild Place Before the Beginning
Did You Know Another Word for Belly Is Matrix?
I wonder what's happening
far below my mind and heart
and
in my
uterus. Is my son
entertaining himself by swimming,
does he worry about his future novel,
or is he building tents
and imagining wild things
found only in fantastical forests?
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I can't help but dream
that his little world is extraordinarily
magical.
His world is hidden
from the one he'll one day
know, fear, love, and rebel against.
I can't help but imagine
that his current play place
is far more exciting
and strange than simply
a dark cave
where nutrients
mysteriously enter.
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It's the somewhere
where he first experiments
with his vocal cords; what does
he have to say? What does
he observe? Do his squeals
represent a connection
to some mystical force
beyond the simplicities
of human reproduction?
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He is learning to kick,
stomp, shove, punch, clap,
and cover his eyes. His thumb,
like a magnet to his mouth.
He has his own language
that he'll forget when
he rises to the surface.
In the meantime, before
his big arrival day, he throws
parties with Mad Hatters,
swims with dazzling particles,
and sits somewhere
between different boulders (my
organs, operating without
slipping into each other).
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All this neural activity
and wildness will be put on pause
when he leaves, when he'll be a baby
in my arms, on my naked chest.
He'll sleep and wake with confused cries,
he won't know how to walk,
crawl, or jump. He'll be
swaddled in a blanket
underneath a cute mobile
of dinosaurs and stars.
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I wonder what's happening now
and what he already thinks
of the sounds outside him.
What does he think of me?
What secrets does he know
about my body that I'll never know?
His heart pounds with excitement;
he is excited by the adventures within.
He doesn't know yet
of the matrix outside.
He doesn't know yet
that he is in an even bigger universe
that's full of enigma.
About the Creator
Andrea Lawrence
Freelance writer. Undergrad in Digital Film and Mass Media. Master's in English Creative Writing. Spent six years working as a journalist. Owns one dog and two cats.
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