The child was merely accidental.
When she looked up, the sun turned towards her,
Each star found her face, space crawled up
Next to her, wrapped her in its many layers,
Touched each eye with a soft finger,
Yet her unease would not disappear.
Even in that radiance, it would not disappear,
In the sweet reluctance of a child's world,
Given the joy of strangeness, given
Her capacity for forgiveness, it remained
That she might not have been.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Elegy. By Wayne Jones. Music free to use at YouTube.