We lost you, tiny immigrant
as you negotiated with the gods
of chance or nature to stay
I read about your arrival
as though you were a prophet
I read until I knew too well
all the things that could go wrong
sometimes I would think of you
ready to be born, your father struck dumb
by the sudden weight of love
as you leave my body
and find him waiting
I'm sorry you don't get to meet him
that history keeps you unfinished
under wraps
I'm sorry you will never learn
about the human heart – unbuttoned
like a giant pocket
and all the things that spill
every time we trip
and all the things that stay.

Reviews of Lucy Williams' collection internal weather

Alyson Miller, reviewing internal weather in Cordite, September 15th, 2014.

Poetry selection from 'internal weather'

paper aeroplanes
almost six
advice to the woman you will love