on the day
you were, I felt
I’d been born
far enough
away
to bring you
this moment.

it existed, briefly, as a fly.  as my want to be
not on the wall
overhearing

from my son’s brain
all about
the five, six
months without

disorders
of muscle, and cell, and.  the five, six

months
an insectless
time
of the word
****…

terminology is exactly this fog.  is knowing
he will not be lost, but will
be referred to
as here.