The Boarder Baby
A boarder baby comes
Into this hospice world
A miracle wrapped
In a flesh caftan
Breathing heaven’s air
From the womb of time
Syllables from the Talmud
Trickle softly from
His parted lips
Into mystery.
In his throat
Stars sing
Canticles to the sun until
Silver nitrate psalms
Poured the root of suffering
Into his eyes
Just a tear ago
He did not see time
As a caravan of woes
But as a crystalline orb
Sphering matter and motion
Into a finished eternity.
Philip C. Kolin
