I tell Jane Kenyon:
I cannot cease making space for songs
of the silenced to take off and soar.

Jane says there really is no difference.
She mentions it is all about birth.
I suggest it is really about transformation.

Jane mentions that I should groan through
transitions, push out my poems and rituals

Along with my blood. Together, we see spaces
change like dragonflies breathe, like midwives,

Like babes writhe into fiery shifting shapes
before we let our ashes fertilize Mother Earth.