“When they’re asleep!” someone once quipped.
The tongue in cheek here is not lost on young parents. The daily din and hubbub with little ones is constant and we parents need a break as much as they do.
But there is something deeper in that hushed pause, something transcendent even, something deeply poetic --
Your little body
sprawled
spent soft
lips
laced with pleasure
your
undulating breath allows
me
finally
to breathe
luxurious
in leisure you
lay
angled
in repose
you
soften
my gaze
you hush me
still
me
fill me
with
wonder
fill me
not
with the love that trickles in but
with the love that spills
out
you let me
pause
gaze
gazing is not looking
it is not finding or seeking
it is seeing
is believing
is simply
being
still
a separate
peace
capacious space
expanding enveloping
a
moment
in time
suspended
the time is now
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