Samantha Imperi’s powerful tragic poem “To my child, on God” muses God as a feminine force, forced to give birth to the universe she doesn’t want. This incredibly relevant poem touches upon womanly autonomy, forced birth, divinity, and the lack of it. Samantha’s poem, part of a larger collection about her complex decision to not give birth she tells The Dewdrop, is couplet after couplet touching on suffering, attachment, helplessness, loneliness, fate, and creation.
To my child, on God God is a comfort only to those who believe that the universe was a planned pregnancy the well-intentioned God, our father decided he was ready to invent and like art whittled our existence of course, in his image. What if, instead God was a mother, hands bound when galaxy upon galaxy exploded out from her warm, wet center, some seed of life incubated inside and raging forward, a violent unexpected birth. Maybe God had no choice but to create, hostage to the principles of heat, to the laws of attraction – maybe she did not want to have children. Perhaps God in all her infinite wisdom knew what her progeny would be capable of and the powerlessness of parenthood. Perhaps in her final quiet moments she prayed to something greater than herself to save her from this unfortunate fate and when no deus ex machina descended from on high, when she realized there would be no relief ever after from the permanence of creation, as life came cascading from her heavenly body, she wept.
Samantha Imperi is a student at the University of Akron in the Northeast Ohio MFA program. Her work can be found in Beyond Words Literary Magazine.