Watch as the sun crouches low,
sinking below the horizon,
she is crowning.
Once again, it is time for her silent delivery,
time to birth the night.
Watch closely and see the fleeting erumption,
all around yet invisible.
The black amnion spills upwards,
look how fast it covers the sky.
Now the blueness of day has died.
Yet in the cool darkness, fresh palpitations whisper into the tree’s ears.
A life for a life,
the earth decreed.
a baby as black as night has arrived.