Clare Just Arrived

August 13, 2006

It’s nice being able

to glide down the stairs and into a room

like a leaf falling down, like you just did

baby Clare, because from what  I remember,

there’s that long twisted tunnel

that nobody likes, but it didn’t

seem to bother you one bit, flying out

with your flaming red hair

and your blue eyes darting everywhere.

For a moment,

you could have been

your great aunt Clare, lah dee dahing

down the stairs and chatting everyone up

about her latest whatever

which it turns out is you.