Celia Born today You don’t know the rain or the trees, but you are already a forest. Today as the world begins for you, while your eyes are filled with the sea, while everyone welcomes you as in a station, where one is always waiting, while all is nascence and wonder, maps that give no assurance as to a place to go. Today as the world begins, sadness unperceived, you are pure time, the fragrance of wood and silence, questions without shadows and the humble love of one who has lost everything. I’m certain of this much, the waves, the ocean, your bird-like laughter. You have brought forth the whisper of a memory, your little feet, as little is the trace of snow that you have left behind in those January moments. What will your life be like when it grows in your hands with the fragility of good news, like a fish that slips away to return to the river. On any afternoon, with the same surprise as a loved one, you will feel the breeze t...