poeming while watching the last episode of Vikings and thinking about ancestry and infertility and the things that almost never happened




this almost broken lineage
the feet that carried me
being carried
and being carried
my ancestors very feet
as they walked
the adventure of their
forgotten viking lives
dna'ed down to me,
these feet, these hands,
my uterus, the very egg
that was fertilized
and became the next
miraculous one
to be carried