Born
It’s the most natural thing
but like everything we set out to do
it’s governed by changing clocks
and moody tides
balanced on the whim of a child
regret is born of reckless hope
and intention is no guarantee
it shrivels against the unforeseen outcome
loving is easier than being loved
and ignorance far happier than pain
passed down like an heirloom
showing the baby how to know her mother
It’s the most natural thing
but we are not equipped to provide—
not enough, not yet
what is inborn
must first be birthed
