For Jovie, On Your Third Birthday

walking behind You down the hallway
and i am amazed that You exist,

and i am amazed
that the years we use to mark the time of You
is to You, nothing.

(the mention of presents sent you searching
for a tree to shake them under
and for the bearded man you heard
while you were bathing in december.)

i listen to you call from your bed for your mother
and i am amazed that a heart is multiplied by division,
that in creating You we were recreating us....

Let's Sneak One In For 2010

and go!

shifty

Push it Down

The ordering of my life that is. A two year absence in the physical world is so much more...physical.

Dates on a page, spaced apart by inches, Inches that convey so little. Inches as a measure of time. How many of these incomplete sentences will it take to cover the span of my life?

Here day, grey day and the window merely frames it.

shifty