Valley of Light

three spots of blood
wash into a triangle
and swirl of wheels
to the delivery suite

an emergent baby
with sounds and motion
and wrinkled skin
sent back to an
incubator

hatching again
under the watchful eye
of a lamp

sending a tiny footprint
to his brother

before coming home
after a week
and going back, back
to learn to breathe again
from a machine.

float, baby, float,
roll like a fog
across the green waters of the canal
and into the sun,
our living and dying
star

[published in Romulus Magazine (2012)]

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