Tuesday September 3, 2019
So close to the dream of what I used to believe in
and here we are smiling our hearts out at the little
ones down at the water, running or screaming, or
staring back at us with tiny fists.
I have never needed to prove my allegiance before
and I still don’t, but now I want to. I want to
give you a girl with a mix of our eyes or a boy
with your lips.
But when, when, it’s getting later and later and do
we stay here in this comfortable life for a little
while longer or do we fly fly like we talked about?
The cobble stone is calling us, the seaside, the
dream, the reason why you’re learning a new language
on Duolingo every morning and why we speak together
every night at dinner in a tongue that tickles.
How much longer do we put off this wishing, this
future of us joining hands with two more? How much
older can I be before we are ready to land…
Or do they co-exist, the new country and the new
baby, the new life and the new beating heart.
Do we all get what we need when we need it?