I lift you to my face
And you leave behind the faintest trace
Remnants of another time, another universe, another place.
I settle you on our bed
And in you see the faintest thread
Dust woven from stars and moons into a history of saids and un-saids.
I rest your head in my hand
And lay you chin against my lifeline,
My palm, your cheek and eye resting flush with its broken rejoin.
I lift you to the sky
And watch all those other moons fly by
Spinning galaxies of stars reflecting your helix, your eyes, your smile, your cry,
All bound in you with the touch of a never-ending tie.
-For baby Clara who has brought about the undoing of us all!
