My Daughter’s Birth Day


My daughter’s birth day.
32 years ago at 6:00 p.m.
She was born,
a bit precipitously
and without our midwife.
In her rush to join the mad show,
she appeared whole and ‘in the veil’, our caulbearer.
I pricked the amniotic sac near her nostril
just before she left my wife.
A gush of water,
a slippery silver dolphin swimming into my hands.
My son nearby saying, “Is it alive?”
Oh, yes.
I held on tight.
I can still see the light of wild expectation in my wife’s eyes.