Sunday, May 20, 2012

First Breath

My round-eyed wonder

absorbs through the blue curtain,

thin as reality, static

electricity that generates

this invisible, crackling spark of awe. 

Baby fingers crooked,

holding onto nothing at first

except water like air,

then holding onto everything

in the shape of my finger.

The lifeline’s cut,

love like a rope reels in the child.

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