“Safe Passage” by B. Bergin-Foss

 
 

My mind slices awake at two in the morning— 

hours before the rooms awaken with the sun’s rays.

How will I make it to the afternoon sky?


Draped in a crimson sheet, hands latch granite countertops, I squat 

stretch into goddess pose at the kitchen sink, my better half sends

our four-year-old daughter off on a playdate, full of mac ‘n’ cheese 


smiles, hennaed tattoos of Christmas trees in July. The dog children 

stay back, sense my umbilical’s leash, know to lay around, wait.
Contractions choke every ten minutes. I am not resisting today.


Natural light’s glow peeks through curtains, curls under

my chin, lifting my head from the hold. I become allergic to my husband’s 

sounds banging from the kitchen. What’s he doing in there anyways?


When he delivers a mason jar of elk bone broth to my lips

through a green, striped straw, rubs his thumb on my furrowed brow,

scowl fades. Drink, my midwife encourages from the rocking chair.


Their comfort comes easy. My jaw clenches at the fists wringing my guts.

Strength wanes like a buried wick, my cervix swallows the match

just before it locks. I crawl across the floor dragging my sheet in defeat. 


Clouds rescue me. Shapeshifting 

altocumulus mariposa lilies then meercats

kaleidoscope late July’s sky.

Raw, naked, necessary

in my homeplace. The crimson 

cloak cascades to the floor, I step into a hot spring— 


convenience in my living room.

My arms flank the sides

find the furry comfort of four-leggers 


unable to leave me. Loyal companions, these two. 

Licks of encouragement ease the ripples of magma within.

My mind leaves through the window to cloud dance,

passes between the juniper branches

while my body 

floats in the bathwater.

 

About B. Bergin-Foss


She/Her/Hers

B. Bergin-Foss enjoys the burn in her lungs after a long run, allows her mind to cloud dance for inspiration, and believes saving honey bees is important work. She has been teaching middle school for the past 15 years, and lives in Carbondale, CO with her family, backyard chickens, and two colonies of honey bees. She is an MFA candidate in the nature writing program through Western Colorado University. Her work has been featured in Colorado Central Magazine.

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