In the delivery room

Almost naked and funny socks on my feet

All sensation taken away by the needle in my spine

Except a soft thump of the remnant of the contractions

Surround by lights and nurses and the doctor in and out

And your nervous gaze as I faced off against death

To bring our love into the world

We joked about football and our laughter was tears

And in that space for a moment I became sacred

I became love

(More car trip poetry)