I don't have many of them. But the one I have, I felt like sharing!
COLLOQUY ( for Lucy )
In the circle of your small illness
The words come together, syllable by syllable.
You move against my wakefulness,
Kept separate by your illness, and,
for the first time, knowing it.
39 degrees and the night unavigable.
I am extinguished for you,
Adrift where language begins.
Five stars fall
Towards your ocean.
Silence now is for the drowning:
This night and all others
I will sing your boat in to shore.
I wrote this for Lucy when she was a baby; I guess it's a lullaby. Must be having a nostalgic morning!