Almost imperceptible at first
Like a vague current of electricity
Weaving through her like a fine gold thread
The finishing touches on a well-made garment
Working to bring the season to its peak
Harnessing her energy for the task before her
She sways to the music from within
Rhythmically bending to the swelling crescendo
Playing softly the notes in between
The final movement the tympani plays
Pianissimo gives way to pianoforte
Cymbals crashing to the rolling thunder of the drums
Rest Rest Rest
She has become a mother

Rights & Access

This poem was submitted for the "Poetry for the Mind's Joy" project and is reproduced here with permission from the author. All rights reserved. Poetry for the Mind's Joy is Poet Laureate Kay Ryan's project that includes a community college poetry contest administered by the Community College Humanities Association and a lively videoconference.
  • Colette Eppes

    College of Western Idaho, Boise, ID

    Faculty Advisor: Tennille Feldbush/Scott Weaver