The theme around the house seems to be Illness. Cowgirl is still recovering from her sinus infection (although we do not see any signs of it slowing her down, merely the sounds of its presence) and now the husband has fallen prey to some mystery virus that was deemed a cold by the doctor (after a 2 1/2 hour wait in the after-hours clinic) but which has had my man on his back for 3 days now. (Well, husbands do Sick better than anyone in my opinion.)
So stick a white cap on me and call me Florence Nightingale. I've made soups, fetched drinks, checked thermometers, administered medicines and a cooling touch to fevered brows. Which is to say, I've had a lot of time to ponder my life and how I got here. Prominent in my mind is the coming 3 year anniversary of our becoming a family. It is hard for me to reconcile my life now with my life Before but I cannot imagine any other life than the one I'm living. And I am casting aside concerns about showing all of my Cowgirl to readers unknown because, well, you all just have to gaze upon this delightfulness of a person who rocks my world and my heart every day.
And lest you think I haven't had time to channel my inner Sylvia Path, another poem in honor of this week. What moments do you find impossible to describe? Give it a try ... you will be amazed at the effect upon your being by just reliving the moment through pen and paper.
Impossible to Describe (our family birthday)
One moment -
I was
Single
Alone
Floating untethered to this world.
Then -
A soup bowl of nerves
A stew pot of doubt
Waiting to receive
Into untested arms
You.
Your arrival was announced
Matter-of-factly –
“Here she is!”
The transfer made swiftly
With barely a squawk
From your surprised lips.
Tiny starfish hands
Gripped my shoulders and chest
As you velcroed yourself
Securely in place
Upon my being.
Dark eyes resisted my gaze.
The event too overwhelming
For anyone to easily take in.
To try and coax a smile from you
Would have been a denial
Of the vastness and
The solemnity
Of what was being birthed.
Those first few days
We all were trying to find
Land legs after being
At sea for lifetimes
Both long and short.
Impossible to describe
The moment when
On unsteady legs
You shuffled towards me
Our eyes held in an out-of-time trance.
Then, your soft puppy body -
Flesh of my heart -
Falling easily into mine
With a flash of a smile
As breathtaking as
The shadow of an eagle
Gliding across my landscape.
A bubble of laughter
Spilled from your lips -
The sound of the Universe
Coming into existence
And setting into orbit
The turning of my heart.
What a lovely poem to go with a lovely image. I hope everyone in your home is on the mend.
ReplyDeletethis poem is such an inspiration!
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing it with me today...
xoxo
jul
dearest woman...
ReplyDeletethis is utterly exquisite...
bless you darlingheart...
true beauty
xoxoxoxo