Out of the Mouths of Babes

Erika Nelson

Water Baby

I sought you for years
in the deep, wet places
where only I can venture-in the dark
down, beneath the forest, the fen,
in the warm places
where life first emerged-the
primordial soup.

I delved in with both hands,
face-first, terrified, diving
into the thick mess of it
with my heart in my throat,
my face hot and wet,
risking everything
to rescue you
from beneath the trees,
among the roots, where you
were curled, like a chick in an egg,
waiting for the breath of life.

– ©Erika Nelson 2015

 

Erika Nelson photo by Lynnette Lucy Najimy at No. Six Depot February 2015

Erika Nelson photo by Lynnette Lucy Najimy at No. Six Depot February 2015

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