In the next room my life’s great love exhales
a weary song to wind my daughter down
and with that melody the world unspools—

the sky reddens beyond the thin curtain,
our growing baby’s coos become slow breaths
before the song itself has come undone.

The evening’s dimming leads me to reflect
on all the human voices that I’ve known
that never will be able to attest

their verdict on the man I have become.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jul 30, 2012 @ 23:47:17

    Sunsets and that calm period at the end of the day can make one introspective.
    Having a first child can also make one introspective.


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