will
I ever be ready?
when
it comes down to the day
the
hour
the
minute
the
second
will
I be ready?
I’ve
always tried to tell myself, yes.
yes
I will be ready
yes
I am ready
yes
of course without a doubt
there’s
no hesitation
no
fear
no
moment of precipicity and balancing action.
I’ve
been ready from the start.
but,
am I ready,
little
one?
am
I ready to be expanded
and
consumed
and
frightened by the unknown sounds and creaks that will keep me awake through the
night through the day through your cries and your coos through the echoes of a
not-so-lonely life?
if
only. If only.
I
could wake up and hold the world
in
my arms and
comfort
the world when it cries
and
kiss the world to assuage fears
and
love the world so it knows me best.
you.
You are the world and the moon and the stars
and
the rocking of the earth as it tilts into me.
you
will always be my world,
even
now,
before
we’ve met,
and
before we have even gotten the chance to meet.
“Then
he lay down close by and whispered with a smile, ‘I love you right up to the
moon—and back’”.
