Before Children: A Poem

Wednesday, December 30, 2015 - 7:09 pm

Before Children: A Poem

We have forgotten the days are divided.
We sit at night and eat our supper in pitch dark,
following the sounds of forks to find each other’s mouths.
Padding around on hardwood floors, opening and closing closet doors,
we’re surprised to find our own coats are behind them-
that we’re allowed to live here.
It’s easy to repair something at a time like this:
to hear an E string is sharp,
its tiny fist lilting into the air.
To pull a fiddle string until it sounds clean.
This is the youngest we will ever be, here.
But we don’t live alone;
our hawk’s in the tree out back again.

The trees out back have so many hands against the sky.
Out there with a Sunday pint
hammock, tomatoes, bird feeder, sundial, rosemary, clothesline
for when the leaves come back.
That’s enough for now.

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is a poet and young mother living in Westchester and the Berkshires. She studied at Boston College and Sarah Lawrence College, and now spends ample time looking after her young daughter Hope and testing recipes on her husband and favorite adventurer Seamus.

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