Anchors Hold
rooms breathe -
inhale the cyan blue of dusk,
exhale the zinc white of the sun
as darkness brings lightness
to the weight of the world.
our cumbersome flesh can
knock over such a quiet night.
you asleep and i still/sitting,
both trying not to disturb
this quiescence.
anchors hold
these hearts.
submerged and shifting dampers
pull sunken piano notes
from shadow fathoms.
i try not to move,
ripple this room, a tranquil sea,
listen instead to you, the night
breathe.
the two of us, weightless,
20,000 leagues below daylight,
beyond heartache.
our son, who one day will drift beyond our reach -
clinging to us even as he dreams
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