tasmanian starfish shoes
my laughter become air traffic noise
ready to take off
so i flight into him and around him
legs looped like ribbons circling his waist
he rocks me back and forth on his blue stool
his eyes are all that was and all that will be
the embrace becomes infinite as
he is my mirror, sharing in all my joy
this is the moment birthing
a dream come true.
(no, it's not what you think it is. but it is just as much a miracle creation as a bond of love or a burgeoning child).
