poetry: motherhood


frame this body
within my hands
teach it to see
how i see
two connected

sculpt light
into true vision
carve shadow
to expose contrast

wrestle meaning
from blurs of motion
track moons
across open space

hold the lens
steady against wind
trap warmth
inside glass
two connected


*58/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.

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