Infants with Delirium tremens
born in withdrawal                                                  

In a breathtaking world
grace is pronounced when the sun
on the side of a hot aluminum boat
fulfills its telos in a twinkling, 
coaching the child to similar radiance.

A best guess: we are at home in the world; 
the light in maples sings its light song
into our ears; we may study slender boats
of leaves, rising and falling on ponds
with confidence; and each bit of home

is rare, rare as the art of invisible weaving,
already rare when we were children.
Experimentum tremendum, this nursery
that suffers the heart. Come messengers, 
place their wafer–thin names on our tongues.

First published in Homage,2024
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