✨ Fetal Movement

nucleotide whispers...

Fetal Movement

These fluttering movements feel like monarchs
Trapped inside me. My stomach is a mason jar
Holding this black and orange verve.

I remember watching their wings cling
To oyamel fir trees, Abies religiosa, after two
Thousand miles of flight. Generations four
Times removed return to the same trees,
Guided by some nucleotide whispers or
A familiar smell in the wind.

You must trust the twisted route,
Over mountain tops, through canals
To find your own familiar.

—Jessica Gigot

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From Feeding Hour, Wandering Aengus Press, © Copyright 2020. Used by permission of the poet. Photo by Ken Guidry, Creative Commons, via Unsplash.