Stirred by jet lag
my small daughter
deyicious, citing and diffent
at twenty months
lies against me, heavy
in the narrow guest bed, and
wetly practices whispering:
Gama seep? Danel seep? Dulyet seep?
the roster of newly met relatives.
asleep. She falls quiet,
and suddenly I feel her
in the bowl of my body as
sleep lifts her a few hovering inches
into the white December morning.
All she leaves behind is her
(c) Heidi Mordhorst 2001
There was a LOT of Found Object Project action here on Monday--don't miss the approximately 15 takes on one half-empty cup o' joe!
Our round-up host today is Donna at Mainely Write--oh, this is gonna be fun!