I smiled all day:
this is the kind of news
that can set the tilting world
A new person arrived,
eyes squeezed against the glare,
fists holding tight
the dreams of his prenatal sleep.
He is all possibility, watching
his narrow world with wide dark eyes,
searching for meaning
in sound and speech.
He has no opinions,
has yet to learn the stories, to taste
bread and onions, to flex muscles
in a great leap, or share ideas.
He knows nothing of how land folds
as it swells into mountains,
of garden fragrance coaxed onto night air
by the silver invitation of the moon.
I smiled all day,
rocking with the tilting world.
– Marion Frahm Tincknell