Coming Down To Earth

—for Phaedra, all of 7 ½ 

I wonder if 

I should stop 
Imagining what 

My granddaughter will be like 
In twenty years’ time and start 

Asking myself how 
To tell her 

The chances of my being 
There to see her fully 

Blossomed into full- 
Blown womanhood 

Are as likely as her 
Catching the exact 

Moment a seed pod bursts 
So that it can 

Send its offspring out
To disperse, unfettered 

In the hesitating air.