she stands behind him
her husband, the man stubborn, resolute
she stands tippy-toed behind his broad shoulders
to see who it is that has called out
seeking refuge, a place to rest and wait
“no room,” her husband says, again
louder ~ almost angry
this “no room” booms from his mouth
tippy-toed she stretches and sees her
worn, weary and belly bursting with almost here-ness
standing behind that other husband who has come asking. . .
for a quiet place
Tippy-toed she leans up past broad shoulders to his ear
to whisper, “please,
don’t you remember the births that came upon us?”
O, GOD, of heaven and earth
make our hearts remember our own longing for a quiet place
stand us up on tippy-toe that we might make room
for all those who come asking. . .
remembering, always, the Birth that came upon us. . .
Peace and some quiet,