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THE QUICKENING by Shannon K. Lockhart

 The last two full moons have been powerful forces in my life...

I truly feel that it is pulling me both deeper inside and then pushing me outside of myself and I feel the pull to become someone different, to do something different with my life. I have gone deeper inside than I thought possible, and I surface in waves, finding bits of poems and drawings like souvenirs on the journey. This is a time of becoming, for me, for us, of creating a beloved community and the only thing I can compare it to is giving birth.

The Quickening
by Shannon K. Lockhart 

my heart beats
into that in between space
where my not-quite-words reach out,
beckoning me
to shape them into a 
communal significance

i sense the tingling
spark of important
my muscles arch and tense
even as i try to smooth out the
undercurrent of expectation

the moment is now

the birthing is happening deep inside
my heartspace- 
i feel
new life
pushing an
almost overwhelming
force of 
necessity to become

my tears soften and
open the shape into 
growth
i close down 
into almost-lost, 
paying attention only
to the swirling inside me
unaware of the 
sharp moans seeping out

deep breaths 
punctuated by timeless
suspension of
unknowing 
waiting
bearing down while
sinking into the waves 
that reverberate within

i am oblivious to all but
my own quickening
the stirring pushing
molding contractions, i
almost slide my whole self into
the profundity but 
the outside tethers me to real
and the moon
brings me gently into the 
pulsating
cycle of us

Shannon K. Lockhart
 is a social worker, human rights activist, and teacher who has recently embarked on her newest journey as an artist and poet. She is a native Louisvillian, but has spent most of her adult life living in Chicago and Central America. Shannon spent 12 years working with indigenous communities, genocide survivors, and other human rights activists in Guatemala before returning to the U.S. with her family. Her greatest source of pride is her family, and she works hard to be a mother who imparts joy, gratitude, and respect for the unexpected bumps along the road. Shannon has published her poetry online with Rebelle Society and in DoveTales, a print journal published by the group, Writing for Peace. She can frequently be found drumming in parks with her family, drawing, or reading her poetry at the Urban Goatwalker Coffeehouse in the Phoenix Hill neighborhood.

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