Joshua Keiter

My voice carried 
by sound waves
quiet as possible

to ear of serene 
child on the verge
of sleep in my arms

the loudest thing in 
the universe right now
barely noticeable

to everything else
how this is evidence
for our existence 

how arms resist slightly
descending to bed
clinging to say hold me

before relinquish
holding the notes
steady in her breath

all of being a song
we repeat silently
to ourselves in sleep