After Eighteen Days on this Planet
At the breast
baby likes to play
dive-for-the-nipple.
Like an Olympian
on the high platform
baby rears back,
measures distance,
then lunges for mother,
for milk.
Today baby grabs his own hair,
pulls. And screams.
The more he pulls,
the more he screams
until mother untangles baby’s fingers
bringing peace.
Don’t we all wish sometimes
a big hand would swoop down
to unclutch us
from our folly?
Then, oh! to rear back
and lunge
at life’s big love.
…..
Photo by Luiza Braun
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