I saw mother and daughter descending
the stairs to the train amidst the hustle
of the new year, holding hands gently,
slowing us all down, inconveniently slow.
the girl (no more than 3) had trisomy 21,
and I wondered how it was apparent to me,
being a hundred feet away, catching a glimpse
of an extra chromosome. oh holy chromosome.
a commitment to the steps ahead, the girl
focused on the ground beneath her feet,
making it difficult for me to see her eyes as I
approached them, looking for a glance.
her mother's eyes found mine instead and
she smiled as I passed them on the stairs,
while tears sprung to my eyes unbidden,
traveling onward with a blessing in my pocket.