how much in the translation
leaves grains of sand behind,
whereas his body, hanging,
leaves none
such confusion wrapped my eyes
as they moved line by line
until i saw that You were one —
that grace was to be given
as i have been made to receive it
and in this Lightness i shifted,
and my soul purred to sleep
like a baby nestled safely
against the immutable love of mother
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 