Friday, January 28, 2011

Tiny Prayer to My Daughter Sequoia, Seven Weeks Old This Morning

Oh child, oh infant

if only you slept well

you would be happiness

personified. You, my joy,

are the most fascinating

child on Earth, I swear

and yet you can scream

oh you can scream

an extraordinary ascending

rupture in the night

sufficient to scare

the local mountain lion,

to send the desert foxes

back into their dens trembling,

to give the coyotes pause

and to silence the cry of the peacocks,

yes, a beautiful, powerful

arbitrary, murderous

hollering bellow to horrify

a horror movie itself into silence.

I'm so proud. I'm so impressed.

Please don't do it again.

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