I have never been so full / it spills from my eyes, pushes out from my belly / day by day hour by hour, I am larger. / Though I can never catch that moment / of motion and expansion, / any more than I could witness / the first cells dividing, / or the hands of the great-grandfather clock moving, / the moon arcing across the sky, / or the peony bush starting from green stubs / in my backyard, then flourishing into June / with wild pink happiness.