"Naming Ceremony" by Erin Rose Charlton
A name for the start of life chosen in the dead of night.
A non-judgemental softness. My mother, swimming in the darkness of the world.
Me, swimming in the darkness of her womb.
The name, two words, plucked from thin air.
From the darkness itself.
Shapes blurred to the human eye,
Everything ambiguous But the two words chosen in
Certainty. Two words, suddenly enough
To guide a lifetime.