Tagged: baby

the first step towards

in the middle of

in the middle of
the night, we
deal with sudden
pain the only way we know
how – Vivienne, screaming
at the top of your
fifteenth-month-old
lungs for ten minutes
at a quarter to two
makes as much
sense as any
while the rest of us lie
achingly still
in the dark, perhaps
hoping to be picked up
.
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sunday walks across

sunday walks across
the ceiling in sequined
shoes, size two, with
the regular irregularity
of a juvenile dog’s pitter-
patter trailing from
not far behind her
.
i am barely awake,
listening for a
toddler-sized tumble
.
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it’s 4:10 a.m.,

it’s 4:10 a.m.,
and vivienne doesn’t like
the end of daylight
savings and everything her
tiny body knows about
the way we force time
to flex arbitrarily.
her lungs are still puncturing
the darkness of 5:10 a.m.
as we practice wading
backwards through the
minutes until someone
can pick her up
from her cradle,
rock the additional
hour soothingly
into a new slumber
.
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vivienne, you are

vivienne, you are
exercising those powerful
lungs from the second

floor, ready for a lifetime
of song and dance, some shrieking
.
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vivienne, this is

vivienne, this is
just the beginning to a
lifetime of waking,

sometimes from a pain that wants
to be set free, sometimes not
.
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before she becomes

before she becomes
fully human, Vivienne can
break up time in the

middle of the night – in cries, in
song, penetrating walls and dreams
.
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the middle

the middle
of the night
disappears
so stealthily,
there is little
room for
protest, just
a sudden
birth to
morning
and the first
cry we are
left sharing
.
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at three months, epic

here’s to evolution