new life's cries

a pregnant blonde
carrying a baby girl
new to the world
her friend
brunette mother
is thin again
so fast?
the return to
before body?
how does one sweat
so much? so often?
amid the
languorous joy
of new life's
cries?

spinning

and spinning and running and spinning and running and spinning
and caffienating
and spinning
and sugaring up
and spinning
and spinning
and spinning
and spinning
and spinning
and running
and running
and spinning
and it is not at all like my little girl does it
arms open to the vaulted ceiling of joy
wide smile on her happy face
decorated with dappled sunlight
in the slow turn of pure joy
young and free and loved
and knowing it
with all the joy pefection showers on you
this
her way
her beautiful young girl way
is the only way
to really spin
skirt dancing with you
in the dream
gathering its pleats
in animation
rendered perfect
for the long remembering
in days
months
years
decades
that follow
oh,
to slow down
to stop my kind
and take up hers

thank you, dear daughter
for the look of you
spinning in raptured sunshine
showing me how to try
again