I carry my infant, swaddled in cerement,
as I stumble from the terra firma of
through the murk and suck of swamp,
my lantern’s cotton braid now charred.
I lose my course as I confuse
here and there, then and now,
no slice of moon offered,
my load heavy as I am weightless,
as we slide into the mare nigrum of
Susan Holck is a retired physician who lived in Switzerland for 30 years before relocating to Philadelphia. After decades of scientific writing, she began writing poetry. Her poetry has been published in The American Journal of Poetry, By&By Poetry, Bluestem Magazine, The Ocotillo Review, and Cecile’s Writers Magazine.