attempt #1

 

time clutched in a baby’s fist,

tiny fingers      tiny nails

touch the vastness, unaware

 

of its power:

s t r e t c h e d

like infinity on an unknown plane

to be filled with people,

places,

things

here today and gone tomorrow

carried by the ebb

and

        f

        l

        o

        w

sans thought

sans feel

sans meaning

leaving me eviscerated.

 

of its grace:

warm

like a wooly blanket on a shivering frame

pulsing with love,

                 love,

                love

you will never be alone she says

and rocks you gently

back

              and

forth

and makes your heart dance

and smile

and do a loop-de-loop

all the things only a happy heart could do

 

between here and now

tiny fingers     tiny nails

clutch onto something

big

and wonders

(if it could wonder)

 

what now?