Jan Tramontano

Here

He came
gently at first
deciding
with push and pull
languorous stretch
when he’d be ready—
starting, stopping
cramping
he kept his mother walking
walking morning and night
aimless walking
to the café
the drug store
the park
down to the river
he nestled low
her legs bowed
but she walked
until it was time.
He became a hailstorm
blew in hard without Doppler warning
a rain filled cloud burst
shattering his cocoon
fierce
determined
traversing worlds.
And suddenly, there he was
bursting free
breathing
stretching
Here.

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