A Poem

Anne-Kelly is my little muse, and lately I've been inspired. Here's a poem I wrote today while she was sleeping in my arms. Hope you like it.

This is our Dance.

Morning light,
we nurse
in frenzied circles.
A ruffled comforter
haystack hair
and the ticking of the clock long forgotten.

Noon,
we whirl and spin
alive and exuberant
under the extravagant
beams of the South Carolina sun.

The setting of the day,
we sway to the sound of
chirping crickets
and
orange sunsets slanting through the shades.

All through the night,
we dance this step
to the beating rhythm of
one heart
in two chests.