Bubble

All the things we’ll do beyond it

So this is the rest of my life and
what I’m supposed to do with it
(sometimes it almost seems too
simple). The days whir past like
children chasing each other on
bikes, and the nights I spend
bathing in the white noise
lamplight glow of a love whose
only condition is that you
keep existing. I keep thinking
of all the things we’ll do together
beyond this bubble of warm
bottles and clean socks, just two
humans out in the world, the risks
we’ll take and the mess we’ll make.
For some people this season is a
cocoon and I like that, the idea
that you are growing wings and
perhaps so am I. Some people
describe it as being in the trenches
and maybe there’s something there
too, about courage and survival
and fighting for what you believe
in. Before you arrived I dreamt we
were older and you were the same
age I am today. I woke up not
wanting anything more: to know
I’ve spent all these years clearing
a path to you, & all the next ones
finding our way here & through.