New Priorities

My preoccupation
is no longer empires;
I tiptoe in darkness
to witness your blanket’s
rise and fall.
Then,
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,
while listening
for the sweetest sound I have ever heard:
your breathing

(by Eugene Platt from the collection
“Summer Days with Daughter,” © 1999.)