Benjamin
D. Carson is a Professor of English at Bridgewater State University.
His creative work has appeared or is forthcoming in Red Fez, The Ampersand Review, Cactus Heart, Free Inquiry, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, and the Charles River Journal.
We
Give Birth to Light
The
moon rose full over the cemetery
on
the night my mother gave birth to her son,
his
face round, his lips blue. This will be
the
last one, she said. There will be no more.
The
sun set an autumn orange over the field
on
the night my mother watched my father take to the road,
his
face chapped, his hands raw. This will be
the
last harvest, she said. There won’t be another.
The
North Star, my mother once said to no one, is the only
light
that matters, the one that shines and shines
and
shines, even after the last breath is taken,
the
field abandoned, the lover lost.
We
give birth to light, she muttered, so that
darkness
too can have its day.
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