Midway through the journey of our life
We woke to find our daughter crying,
“Daddy, daddy, daddy!” at 3 a.m.
Rising, I entered her room
Stepping on Leggos, Brios and books
That bit into my foot and ankles.
How I carried her to the kitchen I still can’t recall.
Holding her, I opened the doors and refrigerator and bottle and
Microwave, pushing “4” and “0” and “power”
Until I heard the “beep, beep, beep” of warm milk
And found her mouth and felt the sucking and
I tried to lie down but she kicked and ordered
“Rock-a-bye! Rock-a-bye!” until I held her in my arms
And sang “Rock-a-bye baby on the tree-top,”
Listening to her sing it with me until
She stopped singing and crying and just breathed coarsely
Through her nose. I carried her to our bed, slowly,
Hoping to cradle her between my wife and me in a locked embrace.
But she managed to twist her feet onto me
Use my wife for a pillow, bisecting, connecting,
Until we formed something non-geometric
And she suddenly slept. Midway through the night
We were both awake and could not sleep feeling
Her growing limbs and dreaming overtake us
Midway through the tangle of our lives
When we stumbled and wondered and
Found ourselves shaped into something new.