baby book

i wrote a baby book once
hoping one day for it to be full-grown.
the words were small and few -
more pictures than text,
yet i wonder,

as a small thinker,
if i would show up in your sonogram
as i wish you carried me around inside. where would i be
if not in the cortices of fallen lovers
and flowing water
off your back and square shoulders.
cherished memories of training wheels and roller-skate keys
pigtails dipped in students' ink - writing off
days
one
by one
by one.

(c)jim hill (05-30-2011)