What light falls
In thick, broken pieces
These pristine chubby fingers
Warming themselves against my children
What short nest wires
That curl up around their soft, dented skulls
Hang lazily over every limb.
And what a tall sky of doom towers above them
Those feet and feet and feet of drowning gray, suspended and swaying
on golden tenterhooks.
I crash through those skies fortnightly
My monster plane hurtling towards that sliver of tarmac
My arrival a roar-
"I'm here".
(what is love but a senseless branch, in a senseless wind, beating without sense against these senseless panes of promise).
(I just mean that this is hard).
(I just mean that I love you).