To my infant daughter

On the day you were released
from the hospital for home
I went to the parking ramp in a daze
that anything in the world could be
like the thick dirty cement on the second level
the scent of your newborn skin an amnesiac
to the reality that whirred in the street traffic
with you strapped and snuggled in the backseat
driving like your bildungsroman was the scant mile to our garage

Yet I couldn't help but be conscious of your gift
more love than I can safely hold.