Ateret HaselkornBay Area, California, United States My son is flying a rainbowKite. The streamers frameThe beach like a wedding canopy.He runs.His three-year old legsDon’t know the meaning of “stroll.” I recollect, years ago, the prenatal ultrasound.The border of his skull,The tiniest of incubators,Stamped “HEAD,” measured,Appraised as normal. From where did this all emerge:A love of…