To Mark: On awaiting our child
On a summer day,
Warmth on my skin,
Droplets of wetness dancing across my brow,
I walk from the vertebrae to the outer limbs
From Broadway to the Hudson.
Reeling from a shift in my body that neither of us can yet name.
In the crevices of a tomorrow mystery
Delight in the glow of the dark,
Feeling our way
How do we explain the sensation of a shared thirst on a rainy day?
A twin hunger for joyous fear that lands on lips.
We spin around and around
Dizzily landing, hands grasping,
You as my anchor, my compass, my wings, together
March 30, 2011