He Is Ours
By S. P. Bailey | 8.20.09
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!
8.21.09 | 9:05 am | comment permalink |
Congratulations! Thanks for taking the time to post this. And welcome, welcome Cole Parker.
8.21.09 | 9:57 am | comment permalink |
Very nice. And congratulations!
8.21.09 | 10:33 am | comment permalink |
Yes, congratulations Shawn! It looks like it’s baby month for AMV’s team: first Th., now Shawn. Exciting times.
8.21.09 | 2:44 pm | comment permalink |
Congratulations on the birth of your first son. And congratulations on a wonderful poem. Very nice!
8.21.09 | 4:37 pm | comment permalink |
Congrats, Shawn!
8.22.09 | 10:00 am | comment permalink |
Beautiful, absolutely wonderful poem. I loved it, thank you so much for sharing this. And congratulations on your son, hope all are doing well.
8.30.09 | 11:54 pm | comment permalink |
Thanks, everybody, for the kind words and wishes.