A Woman Might Say This Is What Birth Looks Like
by Rebecca Brock
Maybe the creek rising,
maybe her skirt in knots,
maybe the current a push
and pull in the same direction,
something she fights
without knowing
until her toes scrabble for purchase,
until her thighs get wet,
until staying upright isn’t a given
and she knows enough to falter.
The knee is a tender thing:
taking one, falling to, brought to, bending—
she knows the river
that push
of horizon, she knows
her own going.
Life and new life wanting
shield, wanting shelter, wanting
turn, or return. Swollen
breaths like sharp stones—
tongue torn
by her own teeth,
hurt that hurts after
for so long—
there is no cresting
just that rush,
that sink, her body
a beast
knowing shudder,
knowing heave.
Rebecca Brock’s work appears/will appear in The Threepenny Review, CALYX, Mom Egg Review, Rust + Moth, Whale Road Review and elsewhere. She won the 2022 Muriel Craft Bailey Memorial Poetry Contest at The Comstock Review, judged by Ellen Bass, and the 2022 Editor's Choice Award at Sheila-Na-Gig. Her first chapbook, Each Bearing Out, is available from Kelsay Books. She is a reader at SWWIM. You can find more of her work at www.rebeccabrock.org. Follow her on Instagram @rebecca_brock.writer and Twitter @wordsbyRB.