And the air is warm
and dark. Tomorrow we’ll
taste the dust again
but for now the stars spill
out across the sky like milk
dripping honey. And who knows
if somewhere
a son is about to
be born. His eyes
dark. Time trembling
already, waiting to be
shattered by the sound
of his first
laugh.
James Goldberg is a poet, playwright, essayist, novelist, documentary filmmaker, scholar, and translator who specializes in Mormon literature.
This poem was originally published by the Catholic Poetry Room.
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