Doula by Elizabeth Ayres

It ceased as suddenly as it began, the rain, our
        empyrean waters exhausting themselves
                 upon a surprised and sodden earth. Invisible

in the darkness, whitecaps heaved as
        wailing winds strained against
                contracting tides. Thick and

fleshy, storm clouds mounded in the sky, parting, then
        the full moon, crowning, then
                the watching woman crying out

as if slapped. We

have always known whence our life
        comes, and if, tonight, one more
                draws breath, then we have done our job.


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