Poetry | August 19, 2021

Spooky Action at a Distance

Nancy Reddy

In the Nashville airport, in gate C-84, in the industrial carpet and molded

plastic seats

where we all wait to be carried elsewhere,

 

a baby sleeps against his mother’s

 

chest. His right foot is froglegged up to meet his chest. He’s that new, his body

soft and curled

as if to fit still the small space of the womb.

 

The universe is thin. Even across this gate—

 

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