New Priorities | PlattWrites

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

Eugene Platt