My Advocate in the World
My mind, my advocate in the world, upon hearing of the arrival of pain, leaves its residence in my head and flies to the side of my emotions, like the minister cat who licks my hand in sympathy.
This is why those in pain liedown. So that their bodies may know others will come to their aid. So that they may receive communion from God in the form of a pink tongue just now.
My wails and weeping drive my children away from my womb in retreating fear that their mother cannot look after them.
Helpless, I cannot care for myself, the patient, whose mind has no keeper. We watch as the belly swells and ebbs in measure with grief.