Miriam
Jeremiah 1:5, Psalms 139:13-18
for I already formed you before
you entered my womb
already knew a world of night skies,
shimmering lights from far away
that would enchant you from your bedroom window
only to one day find out they were factories
My Miriam, I would shield you in cradles of lullabies
your crib protected by soft rhythms of twilight air
drifting through the cracked window
like your father’s humming does often
My drop of ocean
My star of the sea
I would turn wars into dioramas
for you, paint fighter jets into little birds
for you
let’s strain to hear their morning song
I can spin the world so peace is all you know