Qohelet 11
Qohelet 11 In the womb who knows how mingled exhalations solidify and animate the being there? It grows, unfurls from its given code— a little emptiness left for surprise— to make bones, to synchronize its heartbeat with the earth’s breath. The woman casts everything she knows into the, yes, wayward wind, onto the, yes, deep waters, and what comes back? Nothing. Enough to give away. Everything. Everything she knows is merest exhalation. She breathes out, pushes through, the ways of the heart into terra incognito, into surprise. And then, maybe, a sudden inhalation and a wail. Sweet light. A moment. Breath. While you have the chance, rejoice. Sherry Robbins, from Under World, 2020
Sherry Robbins 