This new child.
Early to the world,
and breathing in life.
Eyes closed, pressing
flesh on flesh.
Touched with our hope
that will become hers
one day when the world
has changed, and we are old,
and she is older, finding
her way, forming her life
in this place yet to be;
but for now she is the dependent
one, small, sucking from the
breast, sleepy and full of growth,
adored but knowing it not yet, only
feeling the beginnings of living diffuse,
and the hunger and the warmth that
surrounds her, as we wonder about her
becoming as this new person of a future
yet to unfold and show its wings.
11/10/2020