Post Partum

I'm floating through these days
upside down
as drops of time come and go
casting ripples
in my awareness.
But there is no linear logic
to the newly born.
She exists in a spiral
without self-consciousness
or hesitation
she takes what she needs.
I can almost feel the pure air
of the before place
on her breath.
That place where souls await birth.
I can smell it on her skin
The newness
still lingering six weeks later
the meaning of life
lies in the palm
of her tiny hand.