Any day now…
when they tell me this
I am already so tall
At the birth of the new moon
In the face of Mother Nature’s bright spring sun,
my mama’s hand is clenched around my daddy’s.
Another girl, they say.
When she comes into the world her cry is high and tiny
desperate as if she already knows
she was much safer in the womb
In my arms, she is placed
wrapped tight, already
mostly
asleep
I’ll be there for her
I tell her
I’ll be her other place
when the world is choking her
And the words become an oath
to my sister.