This quiet time of perfect balance

This quiet time of perfect balance 

Yesterday I sat up high in the trees 

light filagreed lace on velvet cheeks  

baby at breast - a breeze ruffled my

hair across his face -  I moved it -

watched the soaring swooping of 

swallows - an emerald city dream

mountains reclined to hills curved

-womanly - circling the harbor as

a mother of the universe curled hip

swelled protecting the sparkling - 

and I - sat yesterday- up high in the

trees and inhaled it all each particle

of my being with my baby too new

to be yet separate from me-glorious

this quiet time of perfect balance -

this yesterday that has never faded

in the light filagreed lace of years