I am being led
by my navel,
gazing at an invisible umbilicus
connecting me to my world.
I see all the life around me
with the tenderness we offer
to womb-mates,
feel the pulsing of a deep mother unseen.
I have been searching
for the source closer in,
my nurturing placenta,
and my god!
it has been hanging there,
bloody and delicate,
essential to my being,
feeding me all this time.