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Abigail Knutson

About this Christian Poet:
Abigail is an adjunct professor of English and Composition who lives in the D.C. area with her husband and six month old son. They love visiting Mount Vernon, eating peanut soup, watching their son explore the world, and contemplating the majesty of God in the small and surprising things. Abigail's previous work has appeared in The Summit Avenue Review.

Shopping with the Unborn

Grocery store clerks and cashiers
eye your swelling presence, some able to smile
at the nine months of dark journey
that dropped them here.
A stock boy pauses for a fleeting
stare, grieving his own flight through space,
and the baker takes in your rising
with a practiced eye.

Hand reaching for a loaf of twelve-grains,
I feel your propulsions, startling
purpose achieved in a foot of space,
and I see how firmly you will walk,
how wisely you will fill your pockets
so that the trail left through the forest (never meant
for finding the way back) will feed
birds with soft rush of wings behind you and
even those who don’t want to be found.

Years after I’ve wrinkled and left, when driving
your ancient wife to the grocery store is an all-day event,
you will both be used to this joy
of existence. Even the miraculous
wears the mundane of subsistence. Shining
particulars chosen to fit your frame will begin
to fade or fall like relics as you strip
secrets from the bark, siphon book
from blade and pause again for butterfly
wings as those around you start to celebrate
how long you've stayed.

Copyright ©2008 by Abigail Knutson