In the Crowd
In the crowd appears
that could have been her mother's
and I remember
the child I never knew
had had another birthday
and may hate me now
for lacking love those years ago.
this half-seen and part-remembered face
that was or may have been hers,
haunts me again through the broken years
I have dreamed into her body,
and we are young again
with the breathless possibility of love
we lost before.