Cuerpo de Casa

 I wrote this poem about a decade and a half ago in contemplation of a quiet hope. Reading it again, now that it's come true, I find I wouldn't change a thing. 

There's a life
that's growing inside me
Naked eyes
right now can't tell or see

Can't explain
the way I've come to feel
Something which 
seems so right and unreal

Mystery
so beautiful and sure
I am changed
from who I was before

There's a heart
which beats close to my own
So for now
my body is a home.