' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Here Now I Hold You(For Scarlett)

Here now I hold you astonished at your newness. One hand cups your bum the other cradles your head you poop into my palm. You smile your smile still unused to it and its magic wave a tiny lazy hand as if you were royal & I an adoring subject. The music of you plays in my mind as if I were a mechanical piano notes played by invisible hands. Your skull has yet to get it together the fontanelle pulsing as if each thought could be seen beating like a bird against my hushed fingertips. Years later my hands so much older now I cradle your crying stroke your punk goth hair as you weep over your first 'real' boyfriend (he obviously a jerk) your constant wailing: 'Why... ... didn't it work! ' My fingertips caressing where thought once pulsed your sweet secret self hidden from me now in your growing up.