For Mike

It is loud
He brings his arm up to
Cradle a child
Against his chest
He nods his head
Yes, baby, yes….
Using
The other hand
Tickles its chin
There is comfort there
There is warmth

It is loud
He won’t leave the babe
He loves it
While the sound gurgles and moans
Wide and perched tones
He cradles his love
Makes faces
Squinty-eyed, tongue
Hanging out between
Lips before he licks them
What looks like Eskimo kisses

It is loud
And he shakes his head
Side to side
To acknowledge the excitement
He feels
Without releasing his hold
Atlas leashing onto the world

He is so alone when it is quiet

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