Poetry Month – April 15, 2024 – On The Altar









They emerge fully formed
Bone, skin, heart, lungs
But really, they are sponges
Multicellular channels floating inside
Then pushed outside
To learn new currents
Eruptions of laughter
Angry growls
Noise. Light. Dark.
All of it circulates through their
Million billion cells
Some call it genius
This ability to adapt and know
How to survive.
I call her daughter.

I can’t remember how old she was when my daughter gave me this coupon book. Did it surprise me that she knew what would lift the burdens of being a single mom or how to make me smile? I don’t think so. We know. We’ve (sons and daughters) marinated inside our mothers’ joys and sorrows. We know. I gave my mother a very similar coupon book.