Whenever we remember 
to tell the story now
potentially to our child

besides the impromptu
visits to Panera for
lukewarm half decaf coffee

and a walk to Chipotle
for more conversation
and salty chips

we can recollect
on our first date
the first words we exchanged

were: finally—as in
at last through whatever
prevented our meeting

happening until this moment
was out of the way
and all that was left

was all that we left
to wit: witness
how most of the day

just before another
anniversary we will spend
contemplating water

consisted of uninhibited
endless laughter
such that it made us

even in adjoining rooms
feel winded sighing
imagine this space

without this impossible
togetherness finding
itself at last finally

OctPoWriMo 24

Trying not to forget 
as I forget

as the small picture appears
how small she appears

only a few months ago
when she was two months old

how different the face
in the same face

taking shape anew
a smile is a shape

I will always recognize
the heart the same size

growing as eyes
see you unknown anew

OctPoWriMo 16

Everything my daughter 
needs to know
about the father
I would like to be

might be summarized
in the verse or two
of the hymn I could not sing
with her in my arms

stunned into teary silence
not by the words
but at the melody
included in the service

the day her parents found
hope in each other’s dreams

OctPoWriMo 9

We have noticed
when reading a book
she knows how it works

how the pages turn
a result of hands
gesturing this way

sometimes she pauses
midway to see if
it will fit in her mouth

sometimes she just keeps
the pages open
that her hands might 

clutch or grasp
the waves the air is making
between print and eyes

she knows the tactile
form this all takes
a part of herself

waits holding

SeptPoWriMo 29

Now by the time 
we can tell
by the little blue
screen not far
from our laps
if the not turning
around means asleep
we open our other
pocket screens
to view stages
unseen since we
took them in this one
she laughs more than
in this one where
she is half
the size she is now
we calculate
how much time
has passed between
how old we are now
how loose the skin
now rounded out
from one to the next
except this is the face
we expect upon waking
to face us
smiling all traces
of replay erased
another moment
placed us in this
space between one
sleep and the next
how awake we may
say this is the place
we expected you
to grow into this face
glowing again
just to see us
see you giggling awakes

SeptHaikuWriMo 11

I risked waking up
a sleeping child today when
the window showed me

a creature without
human accompaniment
and then another

I saw they were deer
through the steam and window shade
trudging thru the yard

and into the road
a car put its blinkers on
as they galloped down

the hill escaping
the frame of my camera
I fell back amazed

to my seat the child
remarkably stayed asleep
and slept a bit more

SeptHaikuWriMo 4

Already I feel
the weight of days passing by
without a second

thoughts I might have had
were it not for radiant
change within our cells

how does the body
keep happening in this way?
how does the descent

let us forget not
without incident only
this face staring back

I would not be here
without this tense this presence
the future better

having you with us in it

AugPoWriMo 24

Time to record 
one of those dreams again
this time the three month old
started speaking not only
in perfect sentences
but with advanced vocabulary
far beyond my ken
to recreate at this late date
and when the baby spoke
it was obvious in
an extraordinary way
the participants in the dream
just kept on dreaming
meanwhile later this morning
I spoke the words I love you
to the three month old
with such conviction
and variation of voice
so as to encourage development
of brain function
far beyond my ken
the baby recreated the syllables
as if knowing precisely
the intended meaning
and how far beyond it reaches
such that there is no question
when asked we should speak
knowing far beyond our ken
the words within our reach

AugPoWriMo 18

That feeling when you realize
the music that formed you
in your formative years was
nearly some forty years ago now
thanks to hours of some songs
played on a radio not in your town
but in your former hometown
which formed you and you haven’t found
a fitting replacement you make sure
your phone is still streaming said
music as you walk in the door and dance
with your almost four month old
hold me now in your eyes hands and feet
the light the heat I am complete

AugPoWriMo 14

If nothing else
so far
at least our child

is comfortable
whatever comes to mind

while staring
in wonder
at the trees going by