I watch my daughter dance
moving with a rhythm I wasn’t graced
the music of the world
pulsing through copper wires

we sing together
and I lose the tune
a fleeting dissonance
we won’t remember

I raise my hands
and picture my mother’s
open palms pumping
to a jealous god

my sisters and brother in a row
a nuclear family before impact

the sanctuary reverberates

with the sound

of our praise