Cloistered in the dailiness
of my life, an ancient voice howls
in celebration of curves,
a song of tides.
It lures me upstream
to spawn against the currents
with salmon flesh, and hands
polished smooth like bone or shell
after years of turbulence.
With these hands, I navigate
the salty waters that run red,
pulse through the pain
and towards the future;
to tell a story
of stones and blossoms
romanced by gravity,
in syllables of green.

I am a second year graduate student in nurse-midwifery at UCSF. I am interested in helping to develop a feminist epistemology of labor pain, and in studying women's use of metaphor. I am a mother of three, step-mother of two, trying to find time for gardening and exercise!

Thanks, Pam Lemke

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