Once you remember
everyone was a baby
the world makes more sense
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Once you remember
everyone was a baby
the world makes more sense
Now my heart is out
side of my body resting
on my chest l feel
her imprint everywhere
The sun is shining
just another reason why
it feels euphoric
That song was in my head
all day or almost
the span of time
most arguments are about
deeply rooted in history
hadn’t even happened yet
people back then thought
songs could change minds
or at least not lie
to pack the court
with predetermined opinions
that set back the clock
settled law just something
to set aside as the music fades
still no one knows
how the shooting started
smoke obscures its own rising
how many more
The fatigue you are feeling
is part of the fight
Seeing a picture of barricades
surrounding the building
where decisions have been leaked
that would overturn the settled law
of five decades I can only hope
we might raise a child ready
to run to those barricades
to speak their mind I also wish
we didn’t need to
Spent part of the post
nap part of the day
putting up a light fixture
and mirror because the one
that was left in this house
fell down again last week
because the wall could not
support all the weight it took
to hold up that hardware
and reflection so I hung
slightly lighter ones instead
Never very good
at endings I have written
a poem a day
for twenty five months
now I am not sure if I
deserve a break when
a human arrives
imminently it could be
any moment now
just as I describe
writing as something to do
so too is changing
diapers or putting
car seats in strollers to walk
a path part way through
a life I never
expected to include this
heavy interlude
I would trade poems
for a new life—wouldn’t you?
We might remember
things that happened long ago
because we knew them
as the possible
we have not experienced
until they happened
and then instead of
remaining fixed in our minds
they appear to be
as far from us as
we want them to be because
they are not over
even forgotten
they stay about to happen
instant as distant
events holding us in place
Why with so much time
infinitely spooling out
is never enough
no one knows how much
easy platitudes to make
the most of every
moments all we have
little do we acknowledge
they are eternal
why you remember
unique characteristics
no one may else know
but for the telling
this is how the water breaks
the gleaming of eyes
the birth of the universe