is no longer empires;
I tiptoe in darkness to witness
your blanket’s rise and fall.
bending over the slats of your crib
that remain silent sentries
through the night,
I become reacquainted with a God
I knew in my youth
and say a wordless prayer
of hope for your future,
which is the future of all the world,
for the sweetest sound I have ever heard:
“New Priorities” is from the collection Summer Days with Daughter.
Copyright ©1999 by Eugene Platt.