MOTHERBOND 3AM
                    
                  hush,
the soft thick heart of night is broken.
             we have a tryst
               you and I,
           a sweet mutuality.
   the tiny pink circlet of your need
           is eager, reaching,
            straining to meet
        the moist surge of life,
           the mother within.
              sleepy warmth
          shared to a purpose.
        our connectedness intact,
      though the thread attenuates.
         I am tired, very tired
 with the tender burden of your be-ing,
       but my depletion is filled
         with your possibility,
           and that's enough.
           yes, that's enough.