You Can’t Carve Time


On October 14, 1987, Jessica McClure, at 18 months, fell into a well in her aunt’s backyard. Baby Jessica was in there for 56 hours, singing.

Alice tripped into

A backyard well

When she was knee high to a smoking caterpillar


Like Baby Jessica


She was 18 months

And she spent her time with toothy, feral beasts


You can’t carve time

Baby Alice

But you can crave it


Baby all this

Could be yours


Rabbits run in

Concentric circles

Making a dozen stops inside gray, curving bricks


Ticking like the sky

Until it grins wide

And lets the toddler crawl out into the blinding sun


You can also read this poem here.