Screaming Sun
Mother screams the screams of a thousand suns borne before and been before.
Yelling into the morning, afternoon, evening, and night skies — “this life will be different!”
She remembers the pain her eyes have seen, and she knows that his life or yours might play out the same or nearly the same way as lives passed.
Her mouth is impossibly wide and loudly lets loose fear and opens it more to a prayer of hope.
Listen to me, please.
The light is unbearably bright; I know.
Your vision is perfect, and nothing deceives it.
I fed you all within me — everything seen and unseen — my mind and body are undivided.
I have borne and been born to see and the world it has…