I Lay: A Poem by Lorrie Goldensohn | The New Republic

I Lay

At dawn I lay
in the warm
nest of the bed sheets

trying to recover the sound
the timbre
of a child’s feet running

I said Funny
You said Sssh
still half asleep

But I was groping for the lost
whether it was the boy
or whether it was the girl

Many years ago
we had one of each.