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.