and mostly these days I just like to look

at you and sometimes make words

out of your name or rock you

in my arms till the thought of I

with or without poetry

no longer matters.

It’s not like I have forgotten

how to worry

about disappearing forests, landfill or the ozone layer

I pray that when you grow up there may still be

polar bears, for instance, forests and an ozone layer

keep the sun off yr precious face

and not just in the zoo

I worry about other things too, but mostly

it is hard to be unhappy these days especially

now the spring’s advancing and you’re learning

about hands – how to hold things in them

and take everything it’s yours