Could I give reality a coat
to protect it from the cold,
or a pair of sunglasses
to protect it from angry looks,
I would do so.
But reality keeps confusing everyone
by being plural, while it wants grammar
to believe it is singular,
by showing up in different forms,
sometimes bare naked,
at times as twins in different dresses.
I can’t help reality, none of them listens.
I saw the universe in you
when you exploded deep in me,
and all was then revealed of how eternity moves on
in every molecule whenever a new life is made
this force is understood, and when the Leonids appeared,
our child was born and life went on.
22 years ago today our son was born, in a night full of falling meteors (the Leonids).
The words have been washed,
hung on the line to dry
in a specific order,
(maybe I should iron)
and now they are ready
to be worn by the poem.