The excitement in your voice rushed, a current.
Swirling, vibrating in tiny circles.
Full of energy, passion.
Recounting nativity on Christmas Eve.
Your first granddaughter.
Invitation to dip a hand, toe.
Feel the motion.
Connect with it.
It pulled me back.
To the birth of my first grandchild.
The sense of awe.
A tiny newborn.
From the loins of my child
Evolution of seed and egg.
Sliding into light.
Before my eyes.
Witness to a new generation.
Unfolding at its own pace.
Overlapping chronologies.
As I paddle to the finish line.
The infant bathing by the shore.
High spirits exhilarate.
Cascade to and fro in time.
Blur boundaries between beginnings.
Rippling, they intertwine.
Lynn Benjamin
December 31, 2023