Bill Graeser

 

A woman—breast bulging with milk
gave birth and nobody was born.

There where building blocks and
a rocking horse and nobody played.

When a girl with crooked hair
moved in next door nobody

cherished her glance, nobody
spoke softly her name.  But

somebody was born and nursed
beneath a mother’s melting eyes.

Somebody did with those blocks
build a castle and rode a rocking

horse through its gate, and remember
the girl with crooked hair? who grew

into a woman with crooked hair,
well that same somebody filled

her mouth with kisses that
breast bulging she gave birth

to nobody, who yet is somebody,
and might even be you.