(Poem to my first grandchild)

Buddha face you will quickly lose
for a face like the rest of us
a mask of self

what is it you remember
that composes you
to look so serenely inward?

With my own children I thought
weighed down by self-importance
of what I could give them

now as my mind empties
I see it is you
who give to us

We stare in amazement
as your newborn breaths displace us
nudging us towards that silence

where the long line of children
who in their turn became parents
prepare a space for us

All we ever spoke for
has come back to infancy
the predestined past

From: Mosaic Orpheus, McGill-Queens University Press, 2009.

Posted: Tue 29 Dec, 2009