little goat boy – December 15

12.15

a little goat boy sits

on the toy cabin porch

that I built when a

child was on the way

 

and we counted down

the days and times

pasting wallpaper,

circling round clocks,

 

until the water broke

and we raced to the

holy cross of name

and deliverance

 

where the child arrived

after the rush to surgery

that left us spent and

numb and stunned.

 

the little goat boy sits

there still and the child

now goes about his life

beyond us

 

leaving us spent and

numb and stunned

at the fleeting of

moments.

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