And here's-- this is a sonnet I wrote when I first found out I
was pregnant.
And it's the first in a sequence from my daughter, Miranda.
Miranda Lee Reality Torn is her full name.
And Miranda meets Wonder, so this section of the book
is called The Wondrous Field.
This is called "Secret Sonnet."
Egg moon and worm moon conjoin to tell me
laughingly not to be alarmed by this new Velcro.
Two turkey buzzards in black cross the state line
while Quan Yin leans, a plum time to blossom.
The signs sigh.
When we squeeze each other, light comes out.
Next, a dust devil in the road follows a glossy pheasant.
Mini twin violets come out of my ninth month's midnight.
Pandora Leon's shuttle sings and knits,
sewing Hiddenite biscuits I now have at the ready.
Belmont city playboys and girls, me and my arrow's, Johnny Jump
Ups, hear me all now.
June's spring knees are busting out all over.