My tummy endures spasmodic episodes each night,
though tonight it’s not just baby boy,
quivering from more than the cold.
How nervous can nervous be.
.
The aroma of hazelnut coffee streams into the master space,
and I,
awake since my head hit the pillows,
walk down,
toward the dim kitchen light.
.
Bang-bang.
I know how he’s trained,
hawk fighter,
my fast mover pilot,
and the iron rations he knows he must acquaint with.
The 3rd move nearly pulled us apart,
Dear John,
I wish I could be stronger for him needs her,
her is the heart of the family,
beating next to a steady rock.
Or two rocks,
I don’t always see both sustaining the craziest, coolest, lightest, heaviest,
tides that bind two rocks tighter,
tighter together.
.
I’m running these thoughts through my head,
he picks up his egg crumpet sandwich,
bites into it,
looks at me and
smiles.
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