Okay Chorale

Today was the day we situated 
the play yard around the living space
which the child decided was ripe 
for launching legs and limbs in rapid 
articulation from edge to edge 
past the barrier to the forbidden
bare floor zone leading to the precipice 
of the stairway and the kitchen
after some deliberation I decided 
it was not appropriate to call it 
a play yard perhaps more of an okay
corral it will make do for a child 
who suddenly is unsatisfied with place
which she would replace with motion 
how unlike I think as I stand in 
the kitchen washing dishes scraping 
bits of food she should not eat yet 
I pause sobbing into the suds thinking 
of the moments almost a year ago
when for thirty hours she deigned 
an interregnum of motion having 
determined the spot in which she had
been placed for nine months or so 
perfectly suited to her situation 
it was decided it was time for her 
to arrive however without her immediate
consent I sat in the hallway helpless
not that I would have much to do 
in either case in my fabric footies 
and impromptu antiseptic attire 
having no idea if she if she would be 
okay if any of us would be okay 
if this world she so boundlessly springs
forth into having no idea of her 
destination will be okay all I can do
is wipe the rinse away and place 
the dishes in their appropriated places 
and collect my thoughts hoping 
this space will be okay we will be okay
we will all be okay