21st August 2016

Our days are diced
into baby-sized
pieces; chew slowly
so as not to choke.
Taste the twelve
mornings in each
twenty-four hours
and try to enjoy
twelve bedtimes too.
(And twelve breakfasts,
why not?) A day is
measured by suckling
for twenty to fifty minutes,
one or two nappies filled,
one or two fresh suits.
And sometimes he is bathed
in a blinding version of
his first weightless state.