There is a silence - a serenity -

Even the dust that hangs - loose in the air -
Is still and undisturbed.
The distant sound of the mother
Remains part of another world -
Beyond thin, hard walls.

Scene into scene -
Feather-flecked memories
Echoing and fusing
To echo again.

Warmth rises - gently -
With a rich smell of earth
From the pregnant swell of the ground.

Fold after fold
Feather-filled clouds
Following the eddies
To a grotto

Delight rises - gently -
With the delicate lifting of the eggs
From the nestling swell off the ground.

Motionless
Emotionless
At peace
The child sleeps.
The pillows are packed
Around her.