21/05/2022

Life comes in a whisper

Traipsing around the flat

Coffee in hand

I scuff my foot

And set off the trill rattle of a nursery rhyme

contained in the garish plastic of another toy strewn

across the floor

I pause.

I sit down

I have just stumbled across a relatable moment.

I think of all those who have gone before me

Who have negotiated similar territory

 

I reflect on last night when I watched them sleep

It had occurred to me then

The multitude of mysteries a baby contains

That we all are, ultimately unknown

Despite the thousand intimacies that surrounded us

as we grew

Our parents never fully held the all of us

Or mapped the landscape of our minds

Some secrets remain

Between the smiles and knowing eyes.

 

Only the source of all knows us inside out

As I gazed upon my child in wonder

And thought how precious

How unutterably precious

I gained a new sense of being held

Of despite my own loneliness

Despite the relentless expeditions into my own brain

Somehow all is contained

Accounted for

And honoured

I have always been deeply known.

 

Before me now

This fresh being

Holds so much

And is loved beyond my own limitations

A core of love

Bundled up in that soft flesh

Coiled, life sprung and

Still springing forth

Daily