the world is her acorn

She was due when the animals
Called her out, join us, join us
Midwives circumspect guess
All wrong, mom in labor 30 days
"Early" as I hurry back
From La honda art festival
Cuz someone spiked our driveway
Lo and behold
Good thing I got back when I did
Was it one week later?
You went into labor
Out in the woods
In our straw bale stone floored oasis 
With toddling Isis,
The malamutes and ducks
Ready for regular
Primal programing, you at 10 pm
Already dilating with an oak smiling moon
We call pasha our midwife
90 miles off in the city,
She's worried month early? No,
Wrong due date, and being sage safe wise
We abandon our plan
To birth in natural seclusion 30 minutes
To any hospital, and drive to
Portland, the birth canal wide by the hour,
Howling the landlady awake
All night, she arrived
Over the narrow pass into father hands
Same as sister Isis
While big sister surreal the midwife welcomed
With me looking on, learning
Mother exhausted, roaring in peace trials,
Loving and hating life
To say never more, once perfection
Such as mesa arrives,
A 6 pounder, like sisters, like me,
On time and squeaky fresh
Doted on by two grandparents the day you
Made the journey,
No name at first other than sweetums
Surreal had just left for Iowa,
Now 16 yards later in the inchworm stampede
Your pet squirrels
And dusty longboard, friends, pet rats, peeves,
Swimming the width
Of the Columbia at age 4
That was remarkable
Even for a ninja whose name rumi
Has compassion by the leash
As she cares and carries the family wait wait
Weight, not afraid of the crinkles
Anymore, only tepid to 
Ford the unseen road runs under life's creek
The mesa scoured stands, a castle
For her rumi to thereby survey
A lofty mind
A broad and granite base
The colors of mineral creation 
Hair thick as night ever dreams
If you want to be an astronaut, just do it
Like Hawthorne gray
At fort anomaly in 1899, trained to break
Hearts and records and fix imaginations outer orbs
Mesa rumi
Mesa rumi
Mesa.