Womb Cocoon


Gravity is suspended as

she lies back in the water–

weightless, buoyant,

glorying in her native element.


Kicking, she is propelled

with surprising speed

and joyously dives deep

with a porpoise-like flip,


choreographing her somersaults

to the swooshing of blood

and the hypnotic lullaby

of burbling and gurgling.


The water tickles

and enlivens her skin

as she climbs and gropes

inside her watery cocoon.


When she tires,

undulating ripples

soothe and settle her,

and she nestles next to


a thrum thrum thrumming,

snug in the water’s embrace,

gently swaying, swishing,

the rock-a-bye of angels.


About Judy Grigg Hansen
I write poetry and nonfiction, and I am passionate about the people, places, and wildflowers of Idaho and the Northwest.

4 Responses to Womb Cocoon

  1. Thank you, Marsha. I’m feeling better today. Maybe it was the 2-hour nap yesterday.

  2. Marsha Buccambuso says:

    Love the poem. The photo you found is perfect with that light. Thanks for being inspired and sharing! Hope you aren’t too sick at work this week. We missed you yesterday. Marsha

    Sent from my iPhone


  3. Dick Grigg says:

    Awesome description!

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