Precarious Kites
(Grace Notes)
Pure Love > Shelter

A baby the size of a sugar bag rests on her chest, swaddled in flannel and a too-big crinkly-plastic diaper. The baby is nursing and the mother watches the small space of light that shows between her child’s eyelids almost closed. It is hard work, this sustenance gathering and the baby is focused, settling moment by moment into a rhythm, one small hand flailing a bit in the air. The mother takes the hand, settles it near her clavicle, covers it with her palm and holds: the first sheltering.