Naming The Baby

We move aloud with sea and stars, not sun,
rocking his naming out.  We hold his names
so cleanly that their syllables are ours

a moment, once, before they turn to flames
stretched out along the rivers of the stars
from where we hold him up.  Their silence tames

our years and joins us as we join in one
great sweeping curl to Night that gives back hours
and hours of stars.  The naming has begun.