“Here ” and “there” comes to mind
as I watch you born on Facebook
or so it would seem.
Reality has a curious way of contriving enigmas.
Upon the announcement of your birth
Fran called at the other end of the Commonwealth
startled by such wonderous news declaring,
“Anything can happen.”
Lost, perhaps not forever,
Is the Shakespearean sonnet
Human Yudewitz wrote on the occasion of my birth.
Born though I as I was on Columbus Day–
Yudewitz read his poem
on the occasion of my being purchased
from God via a priest.
Consider the New-World orientation of Yudewitz wrote.
You too were New-World born
In April “the cruelest month
mixing memory with desire.”
Sent now, nearly three months late
I long to hold you in my arms
as did Diana, your grandmother,
an expression on her face
Welcome to the world
— Joel Solkoff
Bloomsday, 2016, State College, PA
Cpyright by Joel Solkoff. All rights reserved.