Wide eyes awaken with wonder, slight cynicism,
warmth in growing light.
Your tiny strong surprising hands
fold your body into envelopes for mine.
Every encounter a mouthful, a milk beard.
Tear streaks pooling into ear canal crust.
Many years ago a friend once said:
Our most precious resource is not time
But attention.
You have six months
and a lifetime.
I am constantly unremembering:
Unbearable ache of separation gone, a necessary numbing to a
dull chest throb.
Part relief, part guilt. Fires light and build and smolder
across screens.
Forgetmenots bloomed when? Before the cicadas hatched and
passed, the sudden heat hailstorm.
The hardness blurs- - what happened last night, last week,
the one you entered the world?
This is why we decide to do it all over again.
The only love and pain and loss is now, a still swirling hurricane
slowly healing.
Evaporation in heavy rain- our temperate forest, overripe
tomatoes, green paw paws.
I fold. Into pterodactyl screeches and dribbled grins demanding
presence.
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