Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald
Took its place among the elements.
Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.
I'm no more your mother Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own
Effacement at the wind's hand.
All night your
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.
One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window
Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.
