My body hears the ultimate
It hears the body of my wife
Not without life’s obscurity
The push and pull of instinct and reason
Dismantled years transparently
In a flight of a earth-yellow cocoon
Only your eyes that hold human water
Down from the lips of your serendipity
My eyes witness the face of my wife
The most immediate pregnant moment
That repeats in cyclic variety
The real girl is a new definition of
The countryside of identical throbbing
A surreal sensual substance of a womb
What it can do, how it can
Transform a world, a family, a life.
Wuji Seshat 