We are under a spell today
the rules of gravity suspended
birds float through the fog
It is my eldest [ insert caveat here ] daughter’s birthday
and this is an all-day poem
a slow release
I remember the drive to the hospital
in a dawn so very like today
I communed with a great body of fog
so afraid to forget: this is not a trade
here let me hold it for you the fog said of my sorrow
so I let it unto other hands
and became a first-time mother
again
I will call her soon my sweet sleepy-head
who does not know that when I say her name
it comes out white
