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