Other women don’t tell you your child will catch the moon

and throw it to your next-door neighbor.
Here, catch, he’ll say, and when your neighbor
passes it back, your son will open his arms wide,
I got it. Then, he will tell you how he wants to hug
the sky. He will tell you he can swim up there, spread
his arms wide in embrace and flight, because
they are the same to him. Because for him, air
turns to water as easily as it becomes
the ground. And he will hold you the way
he holds the moon. All poetry and imagination.
And you will learn from him, how you too
can fly. How all you have to do
is spread your arms wide. He will teach you
how to see the world again as boundless,
how hanging up-side-down, the sky and moon
are within reach.

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