Day 1 -- A Kay Ryan-esque Poem

Video from the Memphis Zoo

The infant giraffe
arrived front feet first.
Then came the smiling
isosceles of a head, and then
the rest, all at once dropped.
Zoo patrons held themselves
quite still, held their collective
breath as he lay quite still
beneath his mother's black
tongue licking him, they hoped,
alive, held their breath and
watched him wobble
like a miracle up into his
lanky life, surrounded.