These Shoulders

I have seen newborn eyes
blinking in harsh light
seeming in their depths
to apprehend the mystery of ages
silent, gazing
wonder-struck.

These eyes
all-seeing
ancient love unblinking.

I have seen newborn shoulders—
the Sharpei skin, ill-fitting
velveted with palest fuzz,
the palm-sized ribcage
like birds’ wings
sheltering a tiny, sturdy, heart.
Illogical contraption—
padlock of gossamer
guarding priceless jewels.

These shoulders
sent to bear the weight
of centuries.

 

For to us a child is born,
    to us a son is given,
    and the government will be on his shoulders.
And he will be called
    Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
    Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
–Isaiah 9:6