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FRIDAY’S POEM FROM RHYTHMS AND CYCLES: A Poem for Tristan

Tristan is on my mind because he is here in Maryland with us! He (and his parents) are visiting from LA. The cycle of life is in my face. So, I am reprising the poem from the day after his birth. He is now three and a half months old!

A Poem for Tristan

I hold my breath
Waiting to hear in the silence
That first ring of life-news.
Is he here? Is he breathing?
Has our new grandchild
Joined us on the Mother’s surface
Breathing the Mother’s air?

And I wait.
I glance at my phone for signs.
I see only a dark face;
Cold technology waiting
for some signal to let us know
All is well.
The phone remains inert,
Resting in that space of silence
Between breaths, between updates.

I take a breath.
Does baby take a breath?
I take a baby-breath
As baby takes his first breaths.
“Can I make my breath
As soft as a baby’s?”
Can baby breathe a healthy
Breath of air – and spirit?
Yes, I believe he can!

Then all comes to life
As we learn the joyous news
That all is well and he is here.
He may be early, anxious for
Sun, Moon, Stars to be just right.
He may be small, for now;
He grows into his big name!

Tristan Wallace Bredeson is here!

©2014 Richard W. Bredeson. All rights reserved.

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