the sky is divided crisply into
white and blue in the East
but in the far Southeast,
rather, the far Eastsouth
a golden slit opens
from aural gradations of pink

a cosmic vulva, one, among millions, billions?
birthing an ordinary, extraordinary morning

no pushing, no bearing down, no pain

that’s how easy
birthing once was

parthogenetiXally,

life, light, slipping into being