There
was a time, long before you were born,
Back
when I—like you—was only a child
And
I spent the days learning the limits
Of
my body, pushed boundaries by climbing
Trees,
swimming rivers, and holding my breath
There
was a time, before you were born
That
I still questioned myself, still
Tried,
even though I knew I shouldn’t,
To
do the impossible—to fly, fall,
Jump,
and sprint far, far and further
Until
I couldn’t anymore.
There
was a time, not long before you were born
Where
I worried about having a child,
Worried
that if I did, my limits
Would
drive me to the point of climbing
High
and jumping, or gulping for breath
Until
I couldn’t anymore.
There
was a time when you were born,
Love
of my love, where you were still
And
silent and I knew I shouldn’t
Breathe
a word so you could fall
So
far asleep—so deeper, further,
Until
you couldn’t anymore.
There
was a time after you were born,
My
daughter, when although you were a child,
I
knew you knew of love and its limits;
But
your fever never broke—it kept climbing
While
you fought for that final breath
Until
you couldn’t anymore.
Now
is the time, long after you were born,
That
I recall, and force myself to sit still
To
prevent doing what I know I shouldn’t;
The
time when all the heavens fall
And
with them, me, so far, yet further
Until I cannot anymore.
No comments:
Post a Comment