The Eagle with Blue Feathers by Kimmery Moss

The Eagle with Blue Feathers Kimmery Moss He falls asleep connected to meHis little lips on my chestHours later he wakes again for more But I am no longer able Supplies are low, desires are low Mother is like an eagle who has been flying too long I must perch upon my own soul and rest I sing you to sleep this time You claw at me and I am wounded I read somewhere that OM calms babiesIt was the first sound of the universe anyhowHow we know something that seems unknowable is irrelevant at four thirty four amI OM something like twenty seven times before I lay you back downMy shoulder aches from my own doingMy stomach growls even though I filled it just hours before My heart feels something akin to filling a bucket and simultaneously dumping it on frozen dirt I will still be myself on the other side of this though I will be different: The eagle with blue feathers Still circling the skies Eyes on predators, eyes on the next meal Only he does not want me in the skiesHe wants me beside him, he wants me in his mouth, he wants me foreverThe comfort is enough to burst my seamsThe love is what I dreamt of when I set about creationI would do it all exactly the way I did if the etch-a-sketch had been erasedhad I the need to reckon and reassessI'd retrace every last line with deft fingersI'd stretch myself again for my own fleshI'd feed every feed again, every timeno matter the blur of the hourIt's a wonder if we, mothers, ever feel whole againour DNA walking the earth outside ourselvesnot needing milk any longerneeding their own sustenance now-the purpose driven gathering of informationevery experience sought for its own dopamine goldmine.Their own wings stretched wideTheir own eyes keen for what they needIt won't be mother soon.How do I ever look back without longing?It is true, it is TimeThe baby eagle has been sleeping for minutes already and I circle still,The skies are clear, but I circle still.More from Kimmery Moss ↓@kimmerywrites on InstagramHer book Wolf Mother: A New Love Story is out now.Wolf Words: A Poetry Subscription for WomenYou can listen to me read Kimmery Moss’, I collect first lines of poems, over on Instagram @rembrandts.cure Mentioned in this episode:Write After with One Poem OnlyWrite After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. If you want to join: Listen to a poem from the month of April on One Poem Only, then write your own in response. I will pick one for each day to read in June for a special series: One Poem After 🍎🍏 Submissions close May 15.Write After Submissions Form