a baby day was being born;
and i am the midwife.

such humility, i awaken the east;
bring sunlight over to the Davis Range.

salamanders scramble at the warmth,
hide hesitantly at brambles' feet.

i capture the sunlight in my vision.
hold it, then let it move on;

holding back its ionic drift is unfair;
sunlight birthes the planet, daily;

so, i must let it go to field other
ventures, other lives, all worlds.

i turn as my thoughts do, to a baby day.
dressed in my grandson's pajamas.

07/23/2010

Posted on 07/23/2010
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