26 October 2017
six months, and then some.
central park is so stunningly beautiful today, a canvas of painted marigolds and rusts, that i laid my eyes upon her and wept.
baby and i padded along, just the two of us, and i filled my pockets with thoughts of what it is to walk in the park, carrying this baby, the only autumn this baby will breathe through my body, on a brilliant october day.
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i search joy for all of its synonyms and i find language outdone.
there is no word for all that it is and all that it has been to grow this baby this half year -- to gaze upon images of this perfect creature with cheeks like pudding and spine a curved strand of pearls. it's like staring into heaven.
but i read last week that scientists have just watched two stars collide, rocking the universe and distorting spacetime and emitting light and precious metals -- the beginnings of stars, the origin of gold, creation story -- and i understand that this has got everything to do with that.
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Stunning (📚...just sayin)
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