A baby boy
I dreamed about you more than once
while we were still teenagers:
Once you gave birth to a baby boy
and I delivered him.
We were on a street atop a mountain
and no one stepped in to help us;
people were everywhere
in their yards and gardens
milling in the streets
even washing cars.
I won’t tell anyone why you were having a child
that is our secret
a secret I have never told even you.
The baby arrived and I reached in for him;
He looked me right in the eyes and smiled
and the moment he did
the sun light broke over the trees
and lit first his thin hair and then his forehead
and then his eyes
and that smile woke me up
in a hotel room in London, England-
I was 18 and you were far, far away.
I have seen you several times in the long years
since we no longer have seen one another;
You have a way of appearing as the sun comes down
in that late August way
almost rising at dusk
through crickets and mist
and tall gloaming grass.
This is a once-a-year thing
just between us
-just between me
as I hold it close to my chest.
That child is now a man.
-Jeremy Nathan Marks