I willed you from the air
Or did I simply hear you knocking?
Visions of you played
like two second sitcoms
in my brain.
There you were in a diaper
on the stream rocks.
There you were
catching baby trout
in your fingers.
Before you were born,
I heard whispers
in the forest and dawn.
I reached back to grab hold
of the cord which tied me
to my grandmother.
She willed this too from the beyond.
