it cries

for months a body blooms
in a mother
where does the mother end
as it becomes
its own beating heart
its own voice
its own eyes

and in a moment
a body is pushed
by its nature
into a loud new air
with no boundaries
nothing to hold on to
falling

and its voice speaks out loud
for the first time
it cries for fear
for its unknowing
for its hunger
for its sadness 

for its mother

and that moment
is a moment
only
only 

a mother knows