Epiphany

Mary,
Where was your cousin
On Christmas Day?
Where did they have to go?

Giving birth on a chill night
In the hay,
In the red darkness of loneliness,
Shepherds as midwives
Used to the field’s birthing
Of lambs,
The outsider men, the shepherds,
From the border pastures,
Hands sheep-greasy,

Nurse, the Mother of God,
Holds safe the Saviour.