Leave and Return

Before I leave, the last thing i see

is the perfection that awaits me.

A tiny life snug against a lifeful breast,

A doting mother at rest.

 

The scent of a bed that contains

The lineaments of all dreams,

Everything that means,

Tomorrow will be a good day.

 

When I return, I learn

of the day that unfurled.

When the flawless became, in some way,

Even more than yesterday.