A Beating

Weary
the mind
that takes
care of
a child.

Howling,
naked,
cloaking
the god
within.

I hum
to her,
my breath
once sung
is gone.

Now she
crashes
into
thorny
sleep.

I seal
my eyes
as I
hold her
closely.

Comets,
star stuff,
endless
blackness
ignite.

Resting
my ear
against
her chest,
warm like
a bath
that wells,
flooding
joyful
weakness
with the
voice of
Divinity:
a child’s
heart beat.

Facebooktwittergoogle_pluspinterest

4 thoughts on “A Beating

  1. robin andrea

    I think I may have missed the birth announcement, but I get the distinct feeling that you have become a father, Dr. Charles! I love your poetics of fatherhood.

  2. saying goodbye

    The extremes 0f life are poetic indeed. Hope you enjoy fatherhood as the years progress. Can’t wait to read poems about the first step, lost tooth, and drive with a learner’s permit.

Comments are closed.