I remembered that today is Saturday, Oracle Day and she gave me a lovely one!
Behind the banal, the breath of a child,
scented with the meadows of the other side,
red sky and blue laughter among the ghosts,
mother, father, through the mists, drawing you close
to break like day, like waves on a shore in green and gold,
pulsing with the light of the world, the music of the heart,
and your mother’s belly bleeds flowers
with no thorn, night-velvet, star-bright—
no words too wild
to poem this birth.