We are hopeful.
Arrival
Had you sneaked yourself here
From among the stars
A bit of mischief
Arcing across the quiet dark
To take your place before me
I’d have come up short in wonder
Listened for a boom or a whoosh
Cocked my head for a better look
To see you turning yours up to me
Ready to jump
Ready, ready, ready
Go
A poem for December, 2020, inspired by the twin boys who will make their appearance as members of the family in the early months of 2021.
Twins
Like you,
I know no moonlight where I sleep
A
swish—one passing car—wafts through
My
windowpane
I wonder
what you sense
Your
purchase fresh but strong now
There
within my girl
A world
without abstraction
Warm and
wet at least
But what
is that to you
You two
Entangled
in the mortal sprint to light
More like
me every day
Or what I
might have been at least
At best
my night surrenders to
The
morning soon and soon enough
We’ll all
three bathe beneath the moon
