First Breaths

WHAT foundling on those stairs?
The story comes from a star.

What angels light the candles’ glow?
Anyone I know?

Who paved the Milky Way in white?
A mule a pale rider writes.

What hand shoos the fly away?
Caring Mary in her gardening sway.

Who drives the goat and worm?
Quixote’s impossible dream.

Why is the mother not scared to death?
There’s comfort in a small thing like a breath.

Fishing with My Father
Heavenly Rain