Knowing well that the age is past and the time not the right one
"when I have a baby—when I have my baby"
And looked at you in challenge
As though you might stop me or refuse
To join in the collusion
I stated whatever it was that in a dream I thought important
Vital for the care and feeding and raising up of this hypothetical infant
This child of deep sleep, of rapid eye movement
And looked at the ceiling above the maple table
the teapots and the spoons
as though counting the circling stars
But I watched your eyes flicker
flicking like the hands of a clock
ticking off the lie and the hope and the things I couldn't say
watched your watchful gaze for surprise and desire and dread
gazing without turning toward your face
Your clearing wistful eyes.
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