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

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

[published in Romulus Magazine (2012)]

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