Thursday, January 14, 2021


In the snow cabin by the long, black lake,
A man at the window rocks in a chair.
He, they, we, you have one gift—attention.

He has an infant cradled on his chest.
The baby nurses at his fingertip
Dipped in sugar water, until she sleeps.

He hums lullabies as low as he can.
The hearth crackles and the wind hums with him.
All you have to give us is attention.

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