Cradle of the Earth
Chesapeake Bay beach blanket and unhooked bikini
you lay on the sand, head resting on your arms.
Through dime store sunglasses I observe
your back shoulder galaxy of freckles
and work to find, and name, your late afternoon,
weekend tan, constellations. Laying my head on
your shoulder blade North Star I hear your
breathing – in an out, and growing deeper,
sounding like an Oklahoma tornado.
And your lungs create a noise like the rise and
fall of an emerging empire. Looking sideways
towards your Southern Hemisphere the curve
of your lower back, and its beads of early summer sweat,
looks as if it would be easily able to comfortably cradle
the entire earth, or at least my own small world.
Cradle of the Earth originally appeared in ‘The Voices Project’ and is contained in collection titled “Country Songs and Backroad Love Notes.”