This image has always haunted and exhilarated me
ecstatic solitude and wistfulness
a root or vine of life reaching towards
the possibility of union
a woman dying or being born?
a simultaneous event, actually
just now I notice the child feeding from her breast
stunning in it's ecstasy
beautiful in it's truth
but for me
at this juncture
disturbingly sad
the tree is about to break
