Poem For A Friend’s Baby

You are smaller then I imagined
a bundle of ethereal whisperings
tiny hands clutching
and eyes opened
fewer times than I have cried

One glance
carries the years between us
and the years after us

We met your mother
on a rainy day
the sky dripping down
soaking our t-shirts
in stories

and stories run together
like our liquid lives
meeting and circling
caught in the confluence
of something we don’t understand
but never want to leave

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