Dreams In A Cell.1. 2010 Poem by Roy William Gotaas

Tight ball-curled into the
Angle of walls & floor
Shelter of the pelvis...
Mummy, Mummy, hide me deep and warm... 

But my mothering concrete pelvis ekes out coldness.
However dark I hide my head between my knees
And wrap my arms above,
The blind foetal world chills.
It’s the cold that makes me cry,
Not the loneliness, lostness, fear that shivers me.

Screaming gives a little warmth and hope
She’ll hear me and come take me
Into her arms, her lap, her warmth & comfort.