A buoy atop tranquil waters.
You are downstairs
Preparing the baby's food.
The hum of the microwave,
A distant motorboat.
I flow in and out of sleep,
Waking to the sound of
You in the kitchen;
The clink of a spoon
Navigating a glass,
The syncopation of drawers
Opening and closing.
Our child is asleep
Like driftwood.
Pillows propped around her,
Preventing her tiny frame
From drifting out to sea
On a wayward tide.
Greg Santos
Paris, France
May 23, 2011
1 comment:
Nice! Beautiful imagery that makes this mundane, half awake moment feel like a mystic fantasy world.
A lot of the imagery about the water, sleeping, and particularly the driftwood and buoys are similar to these:
http://moondoggy.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-hoarder.html
and
http://moondoggy.blogspot.com/2011/01/slow-moving-island.html
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