Up From the Deep 
| Up From The Deep
by
Ruth Eshbaugh
| | To my children "My frame was not hidden
from you
when I was made
in the secret place
when I was woven
together
in the depths of the earth."
Psalm 139:15 Wind Chime Mini Book XV 1988
Low tide The retreating sun in the upturned shells 
mid morning fog remains over the river my missed period 
mist up from the mountains rain collects in rose folds 
quickening the pines shiver in the wind 
starting to show
amaryllis bud
up from the deep
| 
company gone
from within
the philodendron
leaf uncurls
crystal spring
the curve
of my changing image 
| heat lightening in another night of false labor |
 late in summer as air lightens a swollen sun  dew on iris leaves
the transparency
of newly hatched spiders 
transition His name in each breath  new born
quiets
new dawn
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