Nathan Night Rain,
you were an infant with
apple cheeks and patience.
you were a witch baby,
wise with foreknowledge.
And Brendan Isaac,
you were king baby
with windmill arms and bicycle legs,
wailing your loud strong music.
As Isaac brought joy
to Abraham and Sarah,
with a handful of weight,
with the heat of new beginning,
with the scent of everything to come,
so have you brought
gift after gift after gift
of Nate asleep on my heart,
warm weight waxing,
innocent of his fierce protector;
of Julie at midnight recalled,
fresh weight needing nothing
but that which was freely given;
urgent and new;
all of you, gift after gift after gift
to a father stirred and grateful
that the elements combined as you.