(painting by Jan Vermeer, c. 1663)
There
standing
in morning’s
motionless light,
an open window
messaging loving words
penned afar on the wall map,
shadows cushion the empty chair,
her eyes settle into the presence
of his loving thoughts full of tenderness
and his voice swallowing her loneliness,
his warming touch descending through her,
mingling with her fecundity.
The babe sends his message too,
moves with lively kicks.
She ebbs forth a sigh
contentedly.
Mother’s joy
coming
home
– Jan. 4, 2008
