“Reading a Biography of Thomas Jefferson in the Months of My Son’s Recovery”
As the poem wends its way through reading and recovery, it presents an image of origin that is as startling as it is unsettling.
Before he was my son, he was contained
Within a clutch of dangling eggs that waited,
All atremble, for his father’s transforming glob
Of universal glue.
Cells glued to cells.
History glued to present possibilities.
The poem appears in Monticello in Mind: Fifty Contemporary Poems on Jefferson edited by Lisa Russ Spaar.
And so for day 1622