You Begin

our dear friends tony and anna welcomed their baby into the world this week. you may remember anna from this little post i wrote awhile back. anna had an intense and natural childbirth at the birthing inn in tacoma. less than twenty-four hours later they were home, hosting a joyful welcome party! anna and her sister baked the best gluten free cakes i have ever tasted. anna made her chocolate delight while in labor to distract herself. i can't even bake without contractions. this is one incredible woman!

welcome luca eduard colombini


You Begin

by margaret atwood

you begin this way:
this is your hand,
this is your eye,
that is a fish, blue and flat
on the paper, almost
the shape of an eye.
this is your mouth, this is an O
or a moon, whichever
you like. this is yellow.

outside the window
is the rain, green
because it is summer, and beyond that
the trees and then the world,
which is round and has only
the colors of these nine crayons.

this is the world, which is fuller
and more difficult to learn than i have said.
you are right to smudge it that way
with the red and then
the orange: the world burns.

once you have learned these words
you will learn that there are more
words than you can ever learn.
the word hand floats above your hand
like a small cloud over a lake.
the word hand anchors
your hand to this table,
your hand is a warm stone
i hold between two words.

this is your hand, these are my hands, this is the world,
which is round but not flat and has more colors
than we can see.

it begins, it has an end,
this is what you will
come back to, this is your hand.