you were born on campus, a western peninsula
where morning fog is burned away by sun-shafts, moted pine, eucalyptus.
your dad and i were transplants in student housing,
apartment your basic shoebox diorama
to which we brought you home, arranged the scene.
we sat on the couch, you, propped and asleep in your car seat between us,
rosebud manifestation of surreal, our hearts beating outside our bodies,
gathering itself to begin our continuing education.
Wow, and no coincidence, but crazy! Escondido Village was grad student housing at Stanford- very bare-bones but where Hannah was born and spent her first year. XO!
And just this morning, a 3.8 earthquake in Escondido has rocked the town to no coincidence?! Thankfully no reports of damages or injuries 😅