Other Worlds
Oh, Baby, while I care for you
Winter opens on this meadow, a chorus
of morning photons
beginning here
where darkness sleeps dreaming breathing
I once believed there were no other worlds.
Oh, Baby, while you were asleep
our parents went to different places,
one borne aloft and transformed by imagination
the other slowly disolved where stormwater collected
I did not know the remarkable circumstances of your birth
the ordinary conditions of your conception
how you lapped up nourishment from empty spaces
and learned to sing
your voice, a wingbeat,
your voice, a stream along an open plain.
Copyright 1997 Beridha.
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