The front page of the paper today had a picture of a newborn, close up, tiny baby face, father’s hands stroking the cheek. To do with the story on a hospital nursery. Oh what a welcome change from disaster photos of all sorts. This, too, is real life.
Made me think of the poem I wrote many years ago, inspired by a story of Pierre Berton.
Born too soon
Sewn in a bird skin
Turned inside out,
Swings until earth done
In a feathered cocoon,
Wonders a lifetime
Where his wings are, no doubt. *
* from Moon Madness and Other Skywritings