Anemia

The rain brings a quiet morning.
Puddles forming from waterfalls pouring
from gutters filled with leaves.

A soft sound muffling the birds' morning
song, the neighbor's rooster, the horse
who neighs for his breakfast.

In this wet quiet comes
the awareness of you two sleeping.
The quiet of necessitated rest,

your need to feed our son who
drinks from your breast incessantly.
Your resting, like the baby, simply eating and sleeping.

It takes so much of you to create something
so beautiful that I do not know if
I will ever have all of you back.

copyright 2004 David Howell
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