Her soul came all this way

A baby is a baby is a baby till she
turns toward you as the two of you
lie there on Sarah's beautiful quilt
spread out on the floor of the big room
looks at you, she does, with a look
you don't understand, so close she
takes the back of her hand delicately
across your face, the corner of an eye,
the place where the nose rises up
and down until finally her fingers
turn touching your lips searching
inside that space that moved apart,
closed up, opened again, that time
you said something, that time your words
spoke a sound an articulation of
slow music she seems to remember as if
her soul came all this way from
somewhere deep inside and yet out there
somewhere all at the same time
just to touch you