Sunlight Sounds Torching the darkness A minute assembles in slower time The promise known as love— Both sower of days And instrument of ashes. -Jeff Champlin
And the blaze licks the early moments
Scorches the uninitiated
With exhaustion and fury
They tell you how much to love this stranger
to this love, labor
How much cheaper this kind of love
With no regard for trust or bond…
Ecstasy soaks my skin
Soft, breastmilk moments
We see each other in our new nursing games—
Our softest union weighs the same
as the nightless night?
kept stirring by 60 watts and screaming?
new tooth agony cherished as much as
your new words?
Your emergence like a slow train
from the darkness of a long tunnel.