He Is Ours

He Is Ours

You were an island of stretched-out skin
A shock of flesh bath water could not cover
I was thinking about earthquakes and volcanoes
The plate tectonics of your sharp heels
Kicking tremors in the dome of her womb
And the lava is blood
A red river
It hisses and bites at the sea
A birth!
Who is it?
He is ours—
This continent’s new piece of earth.

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Our third child and first son, Cole Parker Bailey, was born today (August 20, 2009). Mother and child are well. I was thinking about his coming the other day as I re-read this. I’m just rejoicing here (thanks for indulging me again) while turning Donne upside down: each birth enlarges us all!

7 thoughts on “He Is Ours”

  1. Congratulations! Thanks for taking the time to post this. And welcome, welcome Cole Parker.

  2. Beautiful, absolutely wonderful poem. I loved it, thank you so much for sharing this. And congratulations on your son, hope all are doing well.

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