she turns and asks her husband
if she’ll know when it’s not night,
if her babies will ever be sunned
if they’ll know their growing height.
he tells her that it’s spinning,
this earth around the light
and the morning’s only a beginning
for a day spent in the yard
where the kids will practice winning
and forgetting that their scarred.
the solstice might leave them stunned
but that’s why growing’s hard.