Umbilical Cord

Black woven lines,
gravel melded together,
one cord
snaking through the bellies of valleys.
Washed out road
humming beneath tires,
pressing me away
from home.
These highways
read like veins
of earth,
reminding me
I have forgotten
what the umbilical cord feels like.
When breath pulsated
between blood melded thread,
and I slept inside my mother.
But today,
we only touch
through road. 

Julie Greenough is a writer from Virginia who is currently pursuing her undergraduate degree in English and Creative Writing. Throughout her life she has been drawn to the power and possibility that exists within writing.