I've got you hanging around my neck

the peace that brings the eyelash to
the cheek, to float to the floor... this is
the night the babe was born. And all
the angels sang, or spoke, lightning.
the temperature Mary held in
the womb, was deity, or
the placenta getting ready to push out.
the knee of Christ, the tiny Messianic elbow--
the parts that Mary treasured in her heart.
a king to crown the pocket of creation.