anticipated parcels
one summer the parsley
in my garden
was hung with fat striped caterpillars
like a fertile orchard.
i collected them in jars,
the infants of the swallowtail
and set them in the window
just above my kitchen sink.
water run
soap birthed bubbles
in silver pots
and they, the children, hung,
they spun.
i fretted
and tempted
touched
each smooth green
pouch
to invite
some cherished jolts.
and here
the first of march
in a different garden
the cells have assembled
into precious little bones.
my own capsule
i can only trust
it beneath this thin stretch of skin.
those strange blessed
spasms in this swelling globe
granting unbidden wonder
and earnest notions of hope.
-truth be told i had a different title in the night, but my pregnant brain lost it in the swirling abyss of hormones. bleh. and i can’t figure out how to get tumblr to let me double space between verses, forgive me!
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