I awoke one morning
To find eternity stretched before me,
Forever and ever, there before my eyes.

She likes to wear secondhand t-shirts.

I awoke one afternoon
To find the universe yawning wide open,
Stars and cities and teeming with life.

She likes to sleep beneath a weighted blanket.

I awoke one evening
To find Heaven curled up beside me,
Living and breathing and marvelously existing.

She likes to eat hummus.

two become one

children are born

breath of two breaths

heart of two hearts

a unique new soul

You spoke about leaving
So often and for so long
That I didn't believe
You'd ever be gone

who's to say my life
isn't full at twenty-nine
to each cup its own

to listen
we speak less

to care
words become soft
as clouds

from Paris to Berlin
it made me grin
the sky way to obnoxious there
back to Paris it is

the sky more blue
where purple grapes
ferment into poetic verse

Yet this anecdote

about father says little --


about who he is.

Looking for the way

I come to an open space --


where I now linger.

Most of all I like

to draw things I've never seen:


bridges in the sea.