"The Baby" (Kate Northrop)

March 23, 2008

The shadows of the couple
        enter the dark field, cross
silent as a seam

having left at the center
a white box, white
as a box

for a birthday cake. Inside,
the baby.
Abandoned there

in the tall grass,
in the night wind,

he wants for everything: food, warmth,
          a little
baby hope.

         But the world
swirls around the box. The world

like a forest goes on

and paths go through it,
        each road leading nowhere, leading away

from the baby. Still
in the center of the field,
his breath

rises quietly. Grasses shiver.
Overhead, through trees

a sound approaches, like wings,
or this time, scissors.

–Kate Northrup, from Things Are Disappearing Here

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