Poems to Babies and Children

By Zoë Bird -- Santa Fe, New Mexico
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Perfect As an Apple, Or the World

Perfect as an apple, or the world,
you rise from the water,
lifted by my own hands,
lifted by what joy there is to wonder,
your fingers curling, pulling at the light
from without.

I am crying. Where to put your gesture,
your faith.
Ten thousand tiny nests for your mudras.
There are no suitable poppies,
no one has seen your hands.