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Èlena Nazzaro
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I
wake up at 3am to find
that we have settled into positions
of perfect mirror image:
hands clasped and tucked under cheeks,
legs bent,
with knees and feet together
like we’re sitting in chairs, only lying down.
Our knees almost touch
as we face each other,
a heartbeat apart,
two curving parentheses
in bed.
And you, between us,
are the exclamation point,
sparkling and shimmering deep in my belly
like the star you are.
We circle you in a subconscious embrace
as we await your debut
when you will arrive with a loud shout
to let the world know
you are here at last.
But for now,
we quietly curl around you, protecting you,
keeping you safe and warm and close
and a hundred other things
that I somehow know you’ll need.
Without even knowing what these things are
I instinctively know we can give them to you --
It’s as natural as breathing.
I dream of everything you are right now,
everything you will become
all the things to teach you
and all the things I’ll learn from you;
Circles of movement between us all.
You punctuate this thought-filled moment
with a flutter and a kick.
You are the only thing moving in this bed
save your daddy’s quiet sleeping breath,
the slow path of moonlight tracking across the room
and the smile I cannot keep from my lips
during this sweet interlude
as we surround you like bookends.
We are your parentheses.
We are your parents.
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