I give you what is unbounded, passing from dark to dark,
containing darkness: a night of rain, an early morning.
I give you the life I have let live for the love of you:
a clump of orange-blooming weeds beside the road,
the young orchard waiting in the snow, our own life
that we have planted in the ground, as I have planted mine in you. I give you my love...
Monday, February 24, 2014
Pregnancy- Week 20
3 bran muffins
2 large cups of orange juice
2 cups of coffee since I pooped.