for Benjamin, five days old
I am breaking apart with happiness
My body, that river slowly adding
an upward cascade of radiance
I had not known that I revolved in a cloak
of unborn space--
the light I could not reflect,
itself a darkness,
The drops of me
ravish the light, every sip
an open wing
This poem first appeared in Response: A Magazine of Contemporary Jewish Thought (Spring 1983).
Used here with the author's permission.