morning stretch

no-see-ums bite my arms and ankles

still, warm, humid 7AM

haze from the cardboard plant

combined with mist from last night’s rain

moves in ground clouds through the low hilled valley

giving body to an imperceptible north wind



a mother can’t find her 3 year old child

who sits in a separate cell because

she didn’t know the rules of entry



grandparents, dad, cousins, uncles

celebrate the long awaited

birth of a first child

continuing a long lineage



the sound of a single bird is deafening

as my silent soul stretches

to hold it all as one