To be 39

 

The sea has always been within me

But how beautiful it is 

To be so consumed.

Find me submerged

But never drowning

Or don’t come looking

I can’t hear you in the water anyway.

Boys

 

What a marvel it is to mother

To hold the hands 

Your body built

To see them still

Running

Resting

Sobbing

Slowing

We are forever bound

Imprisoned by this majesty.

Fathering

 

Come home to our haven

And let me play you songs of love

I will quiet you with them

Safe in my belonging.

Left

Helplessly hopeful

I wait

Desperate 

In a state of separate

Parts

Adrift from each other

HowcanIfeelitallatonce

Lord. Help me.