Friday

you cannot stand still

i wish we could pause
for a moment

my eyes are still drunk
with the sight of you
learning to walk

but you have grown
far too quickly
into running

home

my wife (your mother)
lies on our bed

two creatures upon her:
you, asleep on her breast
and moxie (the-cat-who-owns-you)
curled on her leg

blessed sleep
peace and comfort