30.9.23

From “A Procession at Candlemas” by Amy Clampitt

Change as child-bearing, birth as a kind

of shucking off: out of what began 
as a Mosaic insult—such a loathing 
of the common origin, even a virgin,

having given birth, needs purifying— 
to carry fire as though it were a flower, 
the terror and the loveliness entrusted

into naked hands, supposing God might have, 
might actually need a mother: people have 
at times found this a way of being happy.