Never Enough*

Never Enough*

Ah to return to that drunk besotted joy - 

anticipation actualized as you, new babe lay

a moment in the curve of my arms.  I stood 

rooted to this earth in sheer wonder

of the blessed now – in a blink, 

sly eye of the Universe, spun-snatch-

melted you to poetry manifested

words - Yet, each poem could be

torn and pieces flung to the wind , 

to drift dust- tattered when compared 

to the suddenly born actuality of 

the flutter of your newborn lash -

perfect and inscribed forever – The

soft weight of your reality remains –

echo of all that can be – in a future

as yet unwritten – For now – my soul

soared, seared and ever yours – 

always and a day ....and you sheer poetry 

begun in an eight plus pound package 

of joy everlasting 
growing, glowing 
stretching, cooing 
on ...

*one can never get quite enough of the miracle and magic of a new baby

dedicated to my new grandson Austin 

The Sunday Whirl

Never Enough

First time holding baby grandson Austin Monte 

Never Enough*

Ah to return to that drunk besotted joy - 

anticipation actualized as you new babe lay

a moment in the curve of my arms - I stood

rooted to this earth in sheer wonder

of the blessed now – in a blink

sly eye of the Universe spun-snatch-

melted you to poetry manifested

musing - yet each penned poem could be

torn and pieces flung to the wind

to drift dust- tattered when compared 

to that suddenly born actuality of you-

the flutter of your newborn lash -

perfect and inscribed forever – the

soft weight of your reality remains –

echo of all that can be – in a future

as yet unwritten – for now – my soul

soared, seared and ever yours –

always and a day ....and you sheer poetry 
appearing as an eight plus pound package 
of joy everlasting 

growing, glowing 
stretching, cooing 
on... 

*one can never get quite enough of the miracle and magic of a new baby

dedicated to my new grandson Austin 

The Sunday Whirl    
words:
snatch, single, tattered, sly, dust, spun,
lash, drunk, rooted, sheer, curve, blink

"look for the helpers"

as the departed but always present Mr. Rogers said... 

“look for the helpers”

some will say such is a sign of a soul

that will spare no cost to tear the

fabric of freedom forever –

some will say that terror is a gift of

love toughest that will lift all nations

to rise to their better selves …

I say that despite the fierce or flighty

Despite the deeds that dismay, taunt or

Terrify –it is the mercy of morality that

Shall always open the jar that holds the

firefly to soar sparkling – and thus bind

all wounds despite origin of infliction.

photo by 
Karen Arnold 
The Sunday Whirl