I stand, shadow,

at the doorway

the room filled with the sweet

funkiness of your sleeping breath

the light of the hallway

spills across your sweet faces

It seems impossible that you came from me

More like you were just passing through.

It seems that every day I am trying to regain

the intimacy of the three of us

sharing one body

shadows of a leg or a fist or a head

pushing against my girth

reaching for the world just beyond

the walls of my body

I love to watch you tumble like lion cubs