little sproutling
someday you’ll hear stories
of how your parents met
among community,
how they courted with verse,
how they made sweet promises
among dripping trees,
how they hoped for your arrival
under desert stars
someday you’ll learn
about all the aunties and
uncles who loved you
long before you were
even born, and you’ll
know that there’s a heart
shining in the sky
smiling down at you
who perhaps you’ve already met
in that in-between place
where all souls gather
little sproutling
someday you’ll know
all this and more
and we can’t wait
for all you’ll teach us.
narinda heng 