Finally, in early June, I was able to enjoy you,
after three months of having to writhe within
my own body, unable to escape myself,
pinning and wrestling myself down just to sleep
for fifteen minutes at a time.
But early June, that’s really our birthday–
this is when I could start to feel your breath
on my cheek , lay you on my chest, and know
you belong there, delighting in the weight of you.
You were just beginning to see the world,
push with your legs, lift your head and look around,
smile and laugh. We were both emerging.