Birthweight | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Hudson Valley; Chronogram
Pin It
Favorite

Birthweight 

Spring comes without a grudge

against winter. Each casual daffodil

just shows up. Outside our stories.


Once I held my son in my hands.

About the weight of our old cat.

His gaze and mine: peers

at a birth in a hospital.


From the unseen, something

just shows up. An old weight

of feeling unseen? or something

that is light. That is, light.


Fall promises nothing. Coolness.

A hollowing of space into distances.

The blazing amid the conifers fades.

To stand there, clearly visible


as the stories go out of season.

Pin It
Favorite

Comments

Subscribe to this thread:

Add a comment

Hudson Valley Events

submit event

Latest in Arts & Culture

Chronogram on Instagram

@Chronogram