Naissance
Naissance
I feel expectance in each sense,
(Not of some tragedy or ill,
Rather of pre-deliverance):
A turmoil of crescendent will.
I cannot ease this veiled unrest,
Nor make advance what it portends:
(Which run their courses as they must
Until their self-determined ends).
I, anxiously contented, wait
For this resolving flux to firm:
Part feared, part calm and part elate
To know the issue of its term
Which, in due time delivered, will surprise
Its parent-midwife’s pre-conceived surmise!.
