The sun came in
from the window behind
and as it touched his face
for the first time
he slowly opened his eyes, smacking
his lips and we
saw each other for the first time.
In that moment,
I saw God,
naked,
embarrassed like Adam,
cheeks flushed like Eve.
The sun glistened off vernix, and he
stared up at me, smelling like her.
I watched the world change, empires toppled, islands sunk,
transitioning from one age into another. I saw dreams
sparkle like firecrackers at midnight.
The lies I’ve taught myself to believe
would never be good enough
for him.
I kissed his forehead,
she smiled,
and God just stood there,
naked and blushing.
The first time I held my son