return to center

i find myself craving

a return to center

a center with margins

with room to grow

protected womb-space

hushed and holy

a sacred place

where dreams can ripen

undisturbed

-stacy wills (1/18/2011)

uluru

what did you

know of me

before you

formed me

in the womb

what dreams did

you dream for me

what plans did

you make for me

what song were

you singing while

knitting my bones

-stacy wills (12/17/10)

paradox

...the womb has dreams.

-anais nin (1903-1977)