What light falls

In thick, broken pieces

These pristine chubby fingers

Warming themselves against my children

What short nest wires

That curl up around their soft, dented skulls

Hang lazily over every limb.

And what a tall sky of doom towers above them

Those feet and feet and feet of drowning gray, suspended and swaying

on golden tenterhooks.

I crash through those skies fortnightly

My monster plane hurtling towards that sliver of tarmac

My arrival a roar-

"I'm here".

(what is love but a senseless branch, in a senseless wind, beating without sense against these senseless panes of promise).

(I just mean that this is hard). 

(I just mean that I love you).