Outside the hospital window,
the sun stretches its knees,
and windshield crescents catch
the light in their hooks.

I am blemished by the light
filling the bags beneath my eyes,
countering the tears
as they snake down cheek craters

that time has caverned,
and time will fill again.

New day silence permeates
my glassy eyes,
and my brain, and my heart,
until daughter-tears scatter

the sly-footed fairies
dancing on her cheeks.
I drop the DS,
and hold her in my arms,

and at once I know,
two births have occured tonight.

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