Sara Kirschenbaum
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Posted Sunday, Jun 03rd, 2012 at 5:22pm

Not unlike the star studded sky god Nut you wrap around this earth’s year, your almost-toes not kicking the glittering six-fisted snowflakes of March the day I found you out I had to look at every ice floret marveling that that day’s perfect cold could congeal crystalline beauty out of simple three-atomed water and you soared, an angel growing as it flies over this blue and white planet; with your toes in winter you stretched -- neural tube – gill arch – growing arms and bowed head – over sweet spring, cracking through your ice old beginning, with forsythia and lilac your body reached and developed and floated now cross-legged Buddha looking at your hands which could not yet touch each other, irises and the summer’s resplendence of roses; then gravity touched down and tugged and the womb got tight with summer heat and all the unknown movements of me swimming, crying, laughing, fearing, kissing, and holding you – you soaring now, superman baby, over chicory and aster getting cool and turning colors; the tomatoes we planted we’re eating; the snap dragons are all seed and the morning glory overgrown; you are heading, good baby, back into the winter from whence you came, a second cool bloom of red yellow sugar maple and acorns and horse chestnuts which I can’t wait to put into your pocket as I put them in mine. Star studded Nut reaches with her toes and finger tips gracing the earth and her slender constellationed body overarching, making, the sky. You too little one have made it nearly around this earth’s seasons and we await your arrival in snow-winter’s first and loving arms.


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