The Wild Place Before the Beginning

Andrea Lawrence
2 min readNov 12, 2022
Photo by kids&me Germany on Unsplash

Did You Know Another Word for Belly Is Matrix?

I wonder what’s happening

far below my mind and heart

and

in my

uterus. Is my son

entertaining himself by swimming,

does he worry about his future novel,

or is he building tents

and imagining wild things

found only in fantastical forests?

— — — —

I can’t help but dream

that his little world is extraordinarily

magical.

His world is hidden

from the one he’ll one day

know, fear, love, and rebel against.

I can’t help but imagine

that his current play place

is far more exciting

and strange than simply

a dark cave

where nutrients

mysteriously enter.

— — — —

It’s the somewhere

where he first experiments

with his vocal cords; what does

he have to say? What does

he observe? Do his squeals

represent a connection

to some mystical force

beyond the simplicities

of human reproduction?

— — — —

He is learning to kick,

stomp, shove, punch, clap,

and cover his eyes. His thumb,

like a magnet to his mouth.

He has his own language

that he’ll forget when

he rises to the surface.

In the meantime, before

his big arrival day, he throws

parties with Mad Hatters,

swims with dazzling particles,

and sits somewhere

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Andrea Lawrence

Poet, creative writer, loves a bit of satire, food and wine journalist, relationship writer, interior design maven, Midwestern background.