I just wanted to write and say,
in case you are hit tomorrow by a truck

or are swept from the beach by a freak wave;

Tonight, I dressed my son in astronaut pajamas,
kissed his forehead and tucked him in. 
I turned on his night-light and looked for you

was how horses simply give birth to other
horses. Not a baby by any means, not
a creature of liminal spaces, but a four-legged

Write as you will
in whatever style you like
too much blood has run under the bridge