Post by abrahamsurefoot on Jun 8, 2008 8:18:06 GMT -5
Carrying
our daughter
you looked
(I teased)
like Humpty Dumpty
your normal
catwalk glide
transformed into
a circus waddle.
To me
it seemed
as if you were
in constant
danger of capsizing.
These days,
your poise
might be more readily
taken for
abstractedness.
And meanwhile,
Beatrice is somewhere
deep in the Rain Forest:
busy saving the world
runs my well-tried coda.
It occurs to me
how unforeseeable
are the gullies
a child carves,
how the cascading
aftermaths
are so often
formed of silence.
our daughter
you looked
(I teased)
like Humpty Dumpty
your normal
catwalk glide
transformed into
a circus waddle.
To me
it seemed
as if you were
in constant
danger of capsizing.
These days,
your poise
might be more readily
taken for
abstractedness.
And meanwhile,
Beatrice is somewhere
deep in the Rain Forest:
busy saving the world
runs my well-tried coda.
It occurs to me
how unforeseeable
are the gullies
a child carves,
how the cascading
aftermaths
are so often
formed of silence.
