Merry-bellied mother bear knows it – 

all miracle of birth occurs 

in guarded isolation.

And I know I am well underway

for the world has fallen silent:

I made it so. 

It was time. 

At the first sign 

of a life-willed kick

I turned my back on the clamor of clicks 

and shares and likes; I must have left a lonesome trail 

in the silence of powdery snow 

when wandering off slowly through the night

and up into mountains.

In a blue moonlight wonderland

far above the treeline and billowing plumes of clouds

I dug a den just like hers,

nestled under the clear-cut love of stars

to give room to the impossible – unwatched.