As I write this a storm rages outside,
the rain falling so hard it’s like the world
has become water, city houses hide

behind an omnipresent waterfall,
the odd detail emerges: changing lights,
a lone cyclist pushing against the squall—

much like the small details that came to sight
within the fuzzy frame of ultrasound:
the curled fingers, the tiny, perfect feet

the thumping heart, the profile fully formed.
Outside we hear the whirling roar of water
but we’ll protect you from the storms to come,

our pink sky at night, our baby daughter.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    May 02, 2012 @ 00:17:42

    Searching for the ones I’ve missed.

    Once again…what goes around comes around. Outside it is probably raining (it is always bloody raining these days) but somewhere in London you enjoyed a pink sky at night.


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