Poetry

The first time we tried to conceive you, / the moon slid between the earth

My daughter asks if the bowl is broken or together / (like her father and me)

Lady of February, of Frozen Light, of Time Siphoned into Crystalline Brightness / As mother to Mother, thank you

Nights are like beads on a string / that keeps breaking.

Zipper your raincoat and put on your hood. / Bring plenty of water and almond cream.

If there are infinite universes, / there is one in which my daughter never turns / blue.

I held you when you were a baby, / the smallest particle in my universe

Watch the water drip and shine / from our fingers.

I am teaching my son / the art / of touching / a woman / or man

All day I hear this version / of the alphabet.

She carries the dark seed / sown in her tiny wrinkled brain / before she was born.