Astragal - Albertine Sarrazin

I used to write
                     A lot
I encounter my own poems
And I feel betrayed
                     By myself
The baby's asleep
I wonder what I should do now
I should read more
I should tell the world more
                     About everything
                     Although its not listening
I'm sorry if I'm drawn to create something
                     Out of everything
With no creation this world seems empty
With no scribbles on the margins
This book seems pointless.
Only these pages might hear
                      The pains of my transforming soul
But Diane di Prima wrote of motherhood
What a sweet Beat poet she was.
After reaching M station
I need to find my new voice
The balance between my old skin
                      And the new one.
Blinding sun, the heat of summer approaches.
And a full circle will reveal
The start of our future.