I sit here in the silence
no whispering wind
just the ticking clock
and my babe kicking within.
The day has not started
darkness still covers,
like a blanket enveloping
two inseparable lovers-
The past and the future.
How does one divide
Yesterday from tomorrow?
One into another, they slide.
Is it the moment
when light graces the sky?
The future has then started,
And the past is left to pry?
Man may say,
it is the minutes of time
that determine then from when
in this mortal climb.
Yet the spirit within me
cannot agree
to these confines of mortality
to which exists a key-
The path to break free
pondering time as round,
eternity as experiences
that fuse linked, without sound.
No ticking, just kicking,
his heart within mine-
warmth I embraced before
in an existence void of lines.
As the light filters in,
birds fill the silence with song
I’ll sit here awaiting the future,
for the time is not long-
Till I trace his tiny face
till our family is more complete
till we are all reunited-
A circle with which time cannot compete.
-KMJ
