GOOD TIMES BAD TIMES

GOOD TIMES BAD TIMES

baby is an axe
baby is an axe handle 


baby listens to
the clear blue sky


one day
baby is clouds


baby is an anchor
down a well


baby’s hands
surrounded by water




left and right the oceans
baby tied to stone


baby is a bone sapling
soon it sprouts


baby is thin bones
like rain


baby tells wind
which way to breathe


the country of baby
needs its baby


baby a naked map
miles from here