I listen to the smooth rowing of his breath
from one shore to the other side of dreams,
consciousness, a gently rhythm of sloshing
water fills the bedroom like music.
I panic when it deviates its course
the lengthy pause of a median size rock.
I fear the boat not reaching its destination,
getting stucked in the middle of the river,
currents frozen, wind paralyzed in midair,
a suspended cloud adrift from her sisters,
gone, dissolved into nothingness.
He’s not aware, of course, of my anxiety,
my watchful eye scanning the surrounding
darkness, my attuned ear bent like a leaf
in the direction of his green center.
I cross my hand over his heart,
let it rest until I feel a movement,
the soft vibration of the soul
inhabiting his chest.
