If I wrote poetry

If I wrote Poetry

If I wrote poetry
I would capture, in one line
the milky sigh of my tiny child slumped slumbering against me in the night
and the way it catches, rips, tangles my breath
to feel
entirely
trusted,

and the humility of knowing that, despite my
boister, my bigness, my clumse
I have made an angel
feel
entirely
safe.