The Jungle Is Not For Me (poem)

The Jungle Is Not For Me

The nurse walks in with animal prints on her scrubs and informs me she's getting his feeding ready and then disappears leaving me alone.

I look helplessly at the giant crystal box that holds my infant son and wander aimlessly around in my mind...

I'm in a jungle fighting my way through vines and snakes that hold my son from me.

I stare at my little catipilar wrapped in his cocoon, fighting against the blanket that keeps his wings from being free.

I glare at the lionesses, the dragon flies and little bunnies who pick and prod at his tiny body.

I cringe at all the threatening noises, so loud and ringing through our ears. beep beep

It's a jungle in here. It's a jungle in here...

The nurse re-enters the room with a warm smile and nursing tips.

I try desperately to feed him all that he needs to eat. I suckle him from my teet.

'It's okay son, mommy just wants what's best for you. Take your time.'

I think silently in my mind about pushing him farther than he's ready.

Because I'm ready to go home. The jungle is not for me.