Valeria’s expecting a baby

Sweet bud of the arms,

sling in the flank,

branch on my shoulders,

my hard work.

Astonished gaze

in the sea of my womb,

son of the holy water

of creation

I sing for us

And listen,

the notes are for you,

my voice,

all their harmonics,

for the short time

of the serene.

November 20, 2005