Final Poem, To My Baby in Utero
Baby boy, and I am so glad
you are a submarine in my belly.
For you, the world is bioluminescence
in Tomales Bay. In your short life
you’ve seen a blue moon on Halloween.
You know of no cities being burned down,
no protesters in the streets.
You get to sleep with your eyes sealed,
and move through light and darkness
from your mother’s whale songs she sings
for you. Baby boy, you know of no
climate change or coral destruction.
You are as free as a wild dolphin,
spinning and growing out of
translucent lichen on my heart.
Lilly Beshore’s poems have appeared in Prairie Schooner, North American Review, The Southampton Review, Tupelo Quarterly, The South Carolina Review, and others. Her first chapbook, When We Stood, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2014. She was born in Jiangxi, Nanchang, China, and now lives in Denver, Colorado. She attended the May Poetry Session at the Iowa Writers’ Workshop and is a graduate of Harvard College.