Roaming Mother

Cadbury eggs, chocolate with a creamy sugar
center.
Her yolk opens and runs to
Each side, pouring over
And over and
This is how we cannot
Imagine our mother, a woman
Needing to break open that protective shell
Giving herself up to gravity, that primal pull.

We cannot notion her in the bathtub
rubbing her hands
Holistically, on that center of woman
Over and over she
Roams over to that desolate need,
Etches her foot in water.

by E. M. Soos