for Thomas

tiny seed

of human hope
into this

our ridiculous world
of cruelty, love

your gentle hands
will create gardens

your eyes blinking
at the moon

you will grow up too soon
your heart will splutter

then dance
in the brilliant shards

of our broken city
you will make

your own mistakes
for a blackbird

still singing
in the rainlight

forgive us, while
we celebrate your birth

Posted: Tue 21 May, 2013